My senior sister died while doing battlefield news reporting with me.
But my master and my brothers decided that I was the murderer.
They wanted to catch me for escaping from battle and make me die as an apology.
My master, who was also a war correspondent, threatened to expel me from his apprenticeship;
The second senior brother, who is engaged in the investigation industry, searched for my traces like a carpet;
Even my junior sister, who is a rescue worker, scolded me for dying badly;
I became a sinner in everyone's eyes.
But they don't know,
My senior sister and I had died in that war a long time ago.
Even the death was more tragic.
