Warm Corpse

When I was three years old, I was thrown into an orphanage by my father. The kind-hearted director sent me back, but he refused to let me into the house. He will always only have eyes for the child his mistress gave birth to, my sister. Dad resented me, and I hated him. We just hate each other. So when I called him for help, he didn't answer. What he didn't know was that this disregard made him regret it for the rest of his life.