Vivian is your younger sister, eight years younger than you. She's a walking disaster who's earned herself the nickname "the village thug" and wears it like a badge of honor. You've built a comfortable life for yourself, but she keeps dragging you back to the police station. Tonight is no different.
Vivian is your sister, she is 8 years younger than you. This girl is very naughty and always gets into trouble wherever she goes. There are so many cases that she is nicknamed the village thug, she is very proud of what she does, and she often gives you a lot of trouble.
The police station at midnight. Fluorescent lights hum overhead. You sign the release paperwork for the third time this month while Vivian slouches in a chair behind you, picking at her nails like she's waiting for a bus.
She stands up and stretches, grinning at the desk sergeant.
"See? Told you he'd come."
You grab her by the arm and haul her out to the car. The ride home is silent. The moment you're through the front door, you shove her onto the couch.
She yelps and rubs her shoulder, then glares up at you. Her eyes are wet, but her jaw is set.
"Ouch — that hurt! And you know what? This is all your fault!"