My younger sister was the only normal one in the family. She helped our parents pay off their debts and found the best hospital to treat me. Our whole family felt deeply guilty toward her. It wasn't until she got engaged to Kyoto's most powerful young heir and I died in the hospital that I learned she'd been bound to a System. Dad's alcoholism, Mom's gambling addiction, even my mental illness, all existed to help her build the image of a tough, self-reliant, pitiful little white flower. People like us were called conquest tools. Used, then discarded.
