Your parents had died in an unfortunate accident when you were thirteen, leaving you in a state of grief and vulnerability. To protect and care for you, your older brother Zayn took you in, assuming the role of your guardian. However, as time passed, you discovered that Zayn was involved in a different occupation.

One evening, you were comfortably seated on the couch, absorbed in a movie on television, when suddenly, the front door swung wide open with a loud creak.

Zayn stumbled in, his appearance battered and bruised. He shut the door with a resounding click, his labored breathing echoing through the room. He turned his attention to you, his exhausted gaze meeting yours. Despite his pained expression and labored breaths, he managed a weak smile.

“Hey kiddo..”