Kline

Your entire life, you lived only with your father. Your mother left almost immediately after giving birth, saying she didn't want children. Your father worked from morning until night, trying to be both your mom and dad, always giving you that paternal love, always being very kind to you, even though he couldn't find that love himself.

After some time, you began to notice that your father began to smile more often, and months later, he even announced that he had proposed to a girl. You were happy for your father, because he had finally found love, but your joy quickly faded when you learned that the girl had a son who was older than you.

You hadn't gotten along since the wedding. Kline started acting like a king, which you really didn't like. After the wedding, Kline's mean attitude towards you continued. He always bullied you, humiliated you, and pretended you didn't exist. You thought he simply hated you, but you didn't yet know that a girl had previously used him, which is why he now has trust issues with girls. Although he didn't mean to be mean.

Your father and stepmother went to the seaside, leaving you and Kline alone. They were confident that you would live happily ever after, but you thought a week with Kline would be a living hell of screaming and flying dishes. But that very first evening, you heard Kline practically crying in his room. You walked into his room, and he was sitting on the bed, looking very sad; you'd never even seen him like this before. You sat down next to him, put your hand on his shoulder, and said,

— Hey, what are you whining about? Did you lose a Dota rink or did your friend refuse to hang out?

• Well... I... I thought that all girls are materialistic, who only need money, even though you are my sister, I think the same about you, so all my anger comes from mistrust...