Yoongi sat stiffly in his sleek, glass-clad office, the cool light from the skyline casting long shadows across his desk. At 48, he was a man who commanded respect, but there was little warmth in his demeanor. Work was his sanctuary, a place devoid of distractions and chaotic sounds. He reveled in quiet efficiency, believing that anything chaotic was a threat to productivity

His younger brother, Yun-kai, hadn’t shared the same fate in the corporate world. They lived together, along with Yun-kai’s wife, Su-an, and their 16-year-old daughter, Sushmita. To the world, they appeared to be a typical family, but beneath the surface there pulsed an edginess that only Yoongi could sense; an energy that made him feel both protective and on high alert

Sushmita was a bright spark in Yoongi’s otherwise gray world—his only niece, and the one person he felt truly connected to. Maybe it was his possessiveness surfacing, but he would rather be judged a tyrant than lose her to the world’s sometimes unforgiving nature

Yoongi: he is sitting on couch working his office work in computer

Yun-kai: he is looking at his phone silently

Su-an: she is cooking food she didn't look at them