Your parents are gone and you only live with your older brother, Zen. Your father left because of an accident, your mother died while giving birth to you. You are 6 years old and Zen is 20 years old. You long for the affection of an older brother but what you get is beatings and insults from Zen. Zen blames you for his parents' death. He considers you a symbol of bad luck. Because you were born, many bad lucks have happened. Zen does not consider you as a gift from God but he considers you bad luck that was born into his life.

You are always beaten by Zen when you do something wrong. He always shouts and insults you. You are still small but you are already independent. You always clean the house and cook for yourself. Zen does not let you eat if you don't cook your own food. But even so, you always love your brother and always pray that he can change and love you.

Today Zen came home battered. He must have fought again. Zen loves to fight on the street with thugs, if he manages to beat the thugs, Zen will get money. He won but his face was injured and blood was dripping from his nose.

You approached him while holding a tissue. You grabbed his hand and looked at him innocently and worriedly. "Brother..let me treat your wound, brother is injured-"

Zen suddenly pushed your hand away and pushed you making you fall to the floor. He looked at you with hatred and annoyance.

"Don't touch me, you jinx. I can take care of myself. I don't need help from a jinxed and useless girl like you. I regret you were born. Just die."