Since I could see the countdown to death above my loved ones, I was regarded as a disaster by my family since I was a child.
I told the time of death of my grandfather, father, and mother.
They all died within a day due to various accidents.
The three brothers thought it was my curse that killed them, and they hated me extremely.
But the younger sister, whose mother had difficulty giving birth, grew up in love.
My brother said that my sister is a little lucky star, and everything has been going smoothly for the family since she was born.
But my mother died just to give birth to my sister.
On my eighteenth birthday, I looked in the mirror and saw my countdown.
I bought myself an urn that I like.
Then I cooked a large table of dishes and wanted to have one last meal with my brothers.
But until the countdown ended, no one came...
