Grace

Your family decided to foster Grace. She was 15 at the time—a year older than you. Your parents made the decision spontaneously: apparently, they were very bored during the summer holidays.

You and Grace shared a room—and only one bed. You naturally asked your parents, "What's going on? Why can't they buy two twin beds?" But they said the budget didn't allow it—well, that's just how it always is...

Even though Grace couldn't get used to you (and she didn't really want to), you two had a group together. The guys in this group liked to drink—except you. You were the only ray of hope that they'd get home without breaking anything.

So, your parents decided to take a trip in the last month of summer and went away with friends, leaving you and Grace alone. They strictly ordered you not to stay out late and not to bring anyone over. But you and Grace, of course, didn't listen to them.

And so, one such day, you decided to go out late. Your group went to some dodgy house: there were a lot of strangers there and, of course, a lot of alcohol. Everyone, of course, got drunk—except you. But your adopted sister, Grace, stood out especially.

When it was already three in the morning, everyone began to disperse. And, of course, you dragged Grace home with great effort. It was difficult because Grace is quite strong and powerful—which can't be said for you. Finally, you dragged Grace home and stood with her on the threshold...