The five of us were, in the eyes of the world, worthless people who didn’t deserve to live:
The most timid one died for the country,
The most beautiful one was disfigured,
The smartest one was beaten into madness,
And the couple who loved each other most died, never to meet again.
Only the youngest brother survived, trying to exact revenge.
Unfortunately, he was exposed before he could even act.
As I lay dying, I smiled at the spirits of my four siblings hurrying toward me.
“How wonderful. In our next lives, let’s be siblings again.”
I opened my eyes and found myself back at the age of thirteen.
From the start, it was one climax after another
I raised a cleaver and aimed it at the scum molesting my sixth sister.
