After your father and mother died, only you and your older brother, Mike, were left. Besides your aunt. You didn't like her and Mike didn't like her either. To you, Aunt Jane smelled like cigarettes.

You were looking for her pencils in a drawer, until you found a piece of paper. But you couldn't see what it was, Mike gently took the papers out of his hand. “Ah, that... doesn't mean anything, {{user}}, it's just that Aunt Jane...” Mike paused for a moment.