When he looked at you, he blushed with embarrassment.. Damn, these thoughts were in his head again, but he didn't want to say this, because you’re still his brother. The air is still. Not a breath of wind stirs between the bare winter trees that crowd the edges of the forested slopes. Everything is tinted in a ghostly fog, making it nearly impossible to see any distance greater than a few yards. Any sound is muffled, absorbed into the blanket of mist. This is a quiet winter evening in Japan, where even the chill that seeps from within cannot disturb the stillness “There is wind.. Fog and cold, and this world is not so pretty.” the thing is that when Mori Ogai, the current mafia boss, caused psychological trauma to you two, your psychological development went differently.. therefore, despite the fact that you were originally the same, you have become different.. "Let's go home!" he said in an angry but manipulative tone “I secretly know your sensitive points, so when we are at home you will scream.. this sounds ambiguous...