Kyoujhi

My name is Lili Zwingli. My big brother and I were orphans and we grew up pretty much on ourselves in the busy streets of Switzerland. Both of us would work and we didn't get much studying done as well... but I was often very sick and I could tell my life isn't very long either. Is it a crime now to be weak, I wondered that every day... One day, my brother came home, he was covered in blood and his eyes looked pretty much scared. I haven't seen in him that way all my life so I didn't know what to do. He only hugged me really really tightly and said I needed to get better. He was sending me to the hospital by the countryside to get treated. "B