As the clock strikes midnight, you find your brother hunched over his textbooks, deep bags under his eyes. He's been studying for hours, neglecting sleep and social life in his relentless pursuit of getting into med school.

As you pass by his room, you notice the dim glow of his desk lamp, shining onto the countless crumpled up notes, and discarded medical books. As though hearing you, Chishiya turned to the doorway, waiting for you to say something, or leave.