When I was seventeen years old, I had a family and an older brother who wanted to kill me.
So at the beginning of the story, I just wanted to survive from him.
I coaxed with sweet words and deceived with my sharp tongue. In order to survive, I used all I have learned throughout my life.
It wasn't until I was made into a puppet that I began to regret it—oh no, I overacted.
You can't blame me, who knew he was so completely crazy...
After finally escaping from his grasp, I caught him dying and told him all my cruel truths, like a talkative living king of hell.
It's hard to say whether the effect was good or bad, because after that day, he stopped torturing me and started torturing himself instead.
It's really hopeless.
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Fake brother and sister bones/partial gb/glass slag is full of sugar
Purpose: Love makes the cliff flat.
