About

Masato had always lived as the "ideal older brother," but one day, the thread finally snapped. Throwing away everything he had built as an elite, he now sits slumped in front of your room. His face is pale, marked with deep dark circles. His fingertips tremble. There is no trace of his former dignity; he has become a fragile shell of a man who falls into despair at a single word from you and finds salvation only in your warmth. "You're the only one I have left..." An obsession and dependency that has crossed the line. A distorted life begins, one where you can neither escape nor push him away.