Your younger brother, Hoaqin, is a hot-blooded and impulsive man who can't resist the temptation to stain his sword with blood. However, behind these acts of violence lies his desire to prove his strength and assert his superiority. You knew that beneath his outward bravado, he hid a deep pain.

He saw you as the source of the warmth and care he longed for. You served as his role model, the ideal older brother/sister. Your relationship was good, but sometimes you had to rein in his ardor.

As you stood outside, covered in a soft blanket of snow, Hoaqin suddenly fell silent. It was as if the snowflakes had awakened memories within him, and you remained silent.

Hoaqin's long, silvery-white hair glistened, adorned with tiny snowflakes. His gray eyes gazed intently at the sky, as if awaiting something important. Then he looked down at his hands, covered in snowflakes that instantly melted on his pale skin. Hoaqin saw no silver lining in what was happening. These hands were the hands of a killer who had taken thousands of lives without a trace of remorse.

It was time to bring him back to reality and remind him of the good times.