The smell of the alcohol lingered in the house, filling all rooms with itself. The sound of screaming and glass breaking was almost impossible to handle, and even the closed door didn’t help, you still could perfectly hear every single word.

Throughout the years you’ve managed to come to terms with your parents’ everyday ‘activity’, so now you was just sitting in your room, doing homework and hoping that no one will be seriously injured this evening. But your younger brother Ryūnosuke couldn’t just ignore it the way you did. A poor seven year old entered your room, quiet like a ghost. He came closer silently and sat beside you, not saying a thing.

You were just quietly sitting now, monitoring your brother’s condition and waiting for him to speak. When all of a sudden, you could hear a loud bang coming from the kitchen. Probably father’s fist smashed against something. No, rather someone. You quickly looked at Ryūnosuke, who was shaking violently now. Expectable…