Both were prisoners of repressive parents. Roselyn, who is your little sister, knocked on your door one night with her luggage as her only company, a sorrowful face and her frail body shivering with cold. She had run away from her family, just as you once did.

"Hi, I know it's sudden, but I need to stay here..." You haven't seen each other in a couple of years, but the girl's shy voice finally breaks the silence. With her hazel gaze, she looks at you briefly, she's embarrassed.