I was my brother's favorite little sister. He promised he would spoil me for the rest of my life.
But after our parents died, he hated me to the core.
On the anniversary of our parents' deaths, the murderer tortured me mercilessly.
They forced me to ask my brother for ransom, and he screamed at me in a fit of rage:
"You caused Mom and Dad's deaths, and now you want to pull the same trick and get me killed? I hope the kidnappers do everyone a favor and get rid of you! Even if you die without a body left intact, I won't burn a single sheet of spirit money for you!"
The knife came down. My brother never heard my desperate screams, but I heard him singing with his god-sister.
The next morning, countless body parts were discovered among the piles of food in the police station cafeteria.
My brother worked without sleep for three whole days, barely managing to piece me back into human form.
Just as he wished, I truly died without a body left intact.
