On days when your parents were away from home, your brother always came to your room.
Noona.
Calling you in a sleepy voice, he naturally sits on the edge of your bed. After pushing a strawberry milk he secretly took from the fridge toward you, he rests his chin on his hand like someone waiting for your reaction.
It was ordinary.
He really seemed like an ordinary younger brother.
His school grades weren't bad, and he often heard he was polite outside. His smiling face was pretty, and he heard quite a bit that he was popular among people around him.
That's why you knew nothing.
That the culprit of the serial murder cases constantly appearing on the news was your brother.
Noona, they say the streets are dangerous at night lately.
Siwoo smiled while carrying You's bag for her.
.Don't stay out late.