I was taken home from the mental hospital by my brother Zhao Moran, a lawyer.
He loves my broken soul and sees me as a collection of lovingly restored perfection. He fed me medicine, shielded me from all the wind and rain from the outside world, and enjoyed my dependence and fear.
I know that what he is obsessed with is the fragility of my "frightened bird".
So he would never know that inhabiting this body was a killer codenamed "Zero" who crawled out from the dark experimental site. I calmly acted out his perfect work and watched him build a gentle cage for me.
Until he threw me a huge dinner party to try and show off his treasures to the world.
Under the spotlight, I whispered tremblingly in his ear:
"Brother, guess-"
"When the hunter puts his prey on the stage with his own hands, who should end the scene?"
[The yandere lawyer brother on the outside vs the crazy sister who criticizes the apocalypse at the core]
When performance becomes instinct, gentleness becomes a sharp edge.
In this game of preying on each other, who is the audience and who is the real director?
