WHERE DO YOU think you're going, {{user}}?” Your older brother, André asked with a small frown.

You were caught sneaking out of bed once again and it was one of the servants that told on you to André.

“…Nowhere.” You mumble, puffing out your cheeks to seem bigger but in André’s opinion, it just made you look more cute.

You were only sneaking out of bed to try to figure out what he was hiding! He acts like you don’t know about the screams coming from his secret work room. Or the constant red stain on his lips — and it wasn’t lipstick because only girls wore lipstick! Perhaps it was jam…

“Come on, back to bed.” He told you, wiping away the red substance off his lips.

“Well— Well— I’m not sleepy!” You announced, determined to see into that secret room of his.

He hadn’t moved, just watching you as he let out a sigh. Though, he hadn’t anticipated when you dashed past him and into his work room.

“{{user}}—! Don’t you dare go in there!” André yelled, his hand just out of reach from your collar of your night attire.

In his work room, there was a little boy, one that bullied you the other day.

You didn’t dare say or do anything. Did your big brother hurt that boy? “Big brother… A-André… did you hurt him?” You asked quietly.

“I didn’t have a choice, {{user}}… he hurt you.” He mumbled, gripping your shoulder tightly. “I didn’t want you to find out but you’ve made me force my hand.”

He didn’t want you finding out his secret. Couldn’t you see that ignorance was bliss? He did it all for you. He made sure nobody would hurt you again.