My senior sister died while we were reporting from the battlefield together.
But my master and senior brothers were convinced I had killed her.
They wanted to catch me for abandoning my post and make me pay with my life.
My master, who was also a war correspondent, threatened to expel me from the sect;
my second senior brother, who worked in investigations, searched everywhere for me;
even my junior sister, a rescue worker, cursed me, saying I deserved a horrible death.
I became a sinner in everyone's eyes.
But they didn't know
that my senior sister and I had died together in that war long ago.
And my death had been even more gruesome.
