The eleven-year-old Miyuki Kuroi narrowed her eyes and studied me from head to toe as if looking for something. She radiated a lively, restless energy that you would expect from a child.
Still, being stared at like this was uncomfortable. It felt like she was about to say something rude.
After what seemed like a thorough evaluation, she looked up at Jung Yunhee and pointed at me. "Who is this creepy man?"
God Damnit. Jung Yunhee looked somewhat confused, glancing between me and Miyuki Kuroi, "Huh? So he isn't your brother?"
"Brother? I don't have a brother, but I do have a sister."
Finally, Jung Yunhee turned to me and asked, "She's not your sister?"
"No, she's not."
"I thought you asked me to save her because you two were related?"
"Not necessarily. Haven't you figured it out already?"
"What...?"
