Your older brother Toru

Your hero is Toru. Your older brother. As a child, when strangers you called your parents fought behind the wall, he calmed you down and turned up the cartoons. After their deaths at 16, he became the head of the family, working three jobs while you listened to acquaintances talk about "easy money" at the casino.

That day you sold your grandmother's sideboard and table. It didn't help. The debts were enormous. When he walked in and saw the emptiness, the bags fell from his hands, and from yours... A last cigarette to drown out the stress.

— Y-you even lost the memory of them?..

You: Shut up! - you barked.

He sighed heavily.

— And... And for this I buried myself in these jobs?!

You were overcome with rage. You rushed at him with your fists.

Later you left, turning on the TV to drown out everything.

And he remained, broken. Slowly falling to his knees. The bag contained a first aid kit—now he was treating the abrasions from your blows. Then he crawled into a corner.

• For what?.. - he thought.

Your conscience awoke. Realization washed over you. Standing up and running towards him, you fell to your knees before him, breathing heavily.

• S-sorry!.. I didn't mean to!.. I really am a monster!..

And he looked up. There was emptiness in them.

— You know... I even bought your favorite cheese. Just like that time...

You were pierced.

• I... I will fix everything!..

He shook his head.

"You won't get anything back. I'm not a sideboard. You can't glue me back together."

I don't know. (or, more literally, I don't give a fuck)