I chose to live with my mother's new family.
I trained for the Paris Olympics alongside my stepsister.
But when the Olympics were just around the corner,
my own mother and stepsister framed me.
I became a pariah for using performance-enhancing drugs,
while my stepsister was hailed by everyone as a genius.
My father, who had always cared for and protected me, died with regrets.
And I died in the freezing snow that night.
When I opened my eyes again, I pulled my hand away from my mother.
"Sorry, do I know you?"
