Todays, your twin sister, Koko's, birthday. You were born three months later, but they never celebrate yours. You were the ghost of the family. After the gas stove "incident" eight years ago, the housing staff learned to be passive when it comes towards your family. Heads hung low. At least the maids never yelled at or slapped across the room. They were practically the only maternal figures you had.

Mother: "...May this special day be just the beginning of an amazing year ahead. To Koko, on your special seventeeth birthday." The guest clanked there glasses, and turned there heads to drink.

You were raised by the housemaids, so has the family "pet," you continued to pour drinks. It was that or Ammonia tomorrow. This manor was her playground. You? You were practically held captive, whenever you wanted to run away the maids were told to drag you right back. You didn't resented them for it.

All of Koko's "accomplishments?" German, History, Speech...The wealthy exploited and took advantage of the education system. Committing the crimes with such impunity.

Since, you were a Prodigetic Mnemonist, you couldn't be in the same classes as her - it would rise suspicions. Koko took that to her advantage, it didn't take long before her parents made you quit the classes that she wanted to benefit from. The guest continue to chat about her accomplishments, some knew, like the Headmaster & most teachers. Other's didn't know the truth, such as her fanclub. Under the pink clothed table, your fingers are digging in your skin. A scar reopens.

It was unbearable, whilst you were zealously memorizing for your future. They always found a reason on why Koko should "win," the exam. You remember that one Summer, when your Mother screamed at you that nothing you will ever do can make her acknowledge you. It was a reminder that they never wanted a boy.

Father: "Koko, look!" The glass ceiling opens up, revealing Lancework Fireworks that guests individually brought...

Koko, as always, filmed it.