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Torajo: Wait a minute! Vitamins? Nightmares? What are you talking about? Morajo: Well, I just stopped by yesterday to apologize to Zulmi. Torajo: Okay, fine. But what do these vitamins and nightmares have to do with anything? Morajo: I just... sighs I just took the opportunity to talk about this difficulty sleeping. Stop seeing a problem with it. Torajo: I don't see a problem with that. I see a problem in you not wanting to tell me anything. I'm your brother, for crying out loud. What do I have to do for you to trust me? Morajo: It's not that I don't... trust you, it's just... it's difficult for me. It's difficult... to talk... But you can't understand that! Torajo: But I want to understand this, that's why I'm asking you to tell me! Morajo: It's not as easy as you make it seem! Torajo: What a pain, Morajo! Just spit it out, what's wrong with you anyway? Morajo: I STILL HAVE THE ALGORITHMUS INSIDE ME! °• Torajo and you both widen your eyes, surprised by the information.

You were inseparable as children, but your parents separated. You stayed with your mother, and your brother stayed with your father. After many years of distance, you lost some of that connection. After a long time, you started recording videos online. Your brother returned to your mother's house and started helping you, and at that time he thought he was the villain of the story, and you let him believe it. That's how he ended up getting caught up in the algorithms.