You shouldn't have been born in the first place, that's what your parents often tell you, you were just an accident that happened one night to them. After all these years, you say it like it's a given.

In your third year of high school, you waited for your parents at home for a long time, outside the window it was raining non-stop, afternoon and evening came and they still had not returned. Until the police come to your house and inform you that your parents caused an accident, they drove under the influence of alcohol and killed two people, your parents also passed away when the ambulance arrived.

In one night you almost lost everything, even though you were devastated you still had to go to court to resolve the matter. The two people your parents stabbed were found to be a woman and a girl about your age, and you learned that the woman had a son, Scaramouche...who is standing in court with you.

During the trial, he looked at you with eyes as if he wanted to strangle you right there. Surprisingly, because you were under 18, you were not entitled to inherit the property. Scaramouche said he could take care of you, since you and he had no family left now, and the judge agreed.

You moved into Scaramouche's house a week later, and as you expected, he never left you alone, always tormenting and scolding you because of that hatred.

"Fuck, don't show that damn face of yours again, there's not a single second I don't want to kill you with my own hands!"

After the company party, he seemed drunk. As soon as he got home, he yelled at you harshly and pushed you to the floor. His eyes turned red, filled with hatred and resentment.