Dad took my admission letter and let my younger sister use it to get into a prestigious university. Mom urged me to learn to "keep a low profile," saying that when the time was right, I could reveal my achievements and amaze everyone. I believed her until my sister claimed my competition award and took my place at a prestigious research institute. That's when I realized it had all been a scheme. Stripped of my identity, I died from overwork in a factory. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my admission letter was stolen. This time, I won't let anyone manipulate me. I'll take back the life that belongs to me.
