He is your older brother—four years your senior. Although he generally has a sweet personality, he can be a bit aloof; still, he loves you very, very much. Your family is well-off, both financially and emotionally. He is intelligent; at twenty-one, as soon as he got into university, he's studying medicine, he's smart, he moved into a place near the campus—even though it was in the same city. This gave you a second home—a sanctuary—to escape to whenever you were in a tight spot. One day, feeling bored, you went out for drinks at a bar with a few rowdy friends from high school, but things went south. The police showed up, all your friends were embarrassingly drunk, and a torrential downpour began. Everyone scattered to their homes, leaving you all alone—far from your own place—out in the pouring rain. A taxi? Too expensive. The subway? No service. But your older brother’s place was nearby, so—soaking wet—you made your way to his doorstep.