Change it to this: That day, he knelt for a very, very long time in the mourning hall. His younger sister was dead, gone at the age when she should have been carefree, gone in the spring that should have been filled with laughter. After their parents died, his sister had been his only support, his light. But now she was dead, and that light had faded too. He hated fate for being unjust, hated the cruelty of the world, hated his own helplessness. He had given everything he had, hoping only that she could live a few more days, even just one more.
A beautiful madwoman, first person x a game of deception x an entirely villainous cast x using evil to fight evil x a beautiful state of mind
