I am a survivor of the Pearl shipwreck, and I am the only one who does not deserve to survive.
Three years ago, the accident that swallowed up hundreds of lives took away my memory.
My wealthy businessman adoptive father gave me a new identity, but I got a "sister" that I couldn't get rid of.
A phantom in the mirror that only I could see, soaked all over and with malicious eyes.
She said, we are sisters who depend on each other.
She said, I was the one who pushed away her outstretched hand on the stormy deck.
She said, I exchanged her life for everything under the sun.
I hate her endless pestering and tearing at my nerves with the most vicious words.
I relied on her again because only she could give me the pieces of who I was.
The psychiatrist said I was sick and my adoptive father wanted me to use the latest technology to eliminate her.
But when I decided to end the treatment that night, the smooth mirror shattered in front of me.
The dark red blood words snake and crawl:
"You pushed me."
Intention: We live and die together, pursuing the truth that should have been buried.
