[ You as Rora ]

Life wasn't as great.

From the outside, your life looked like living luxury—your family lived in a classy three-story mansion, your parents were wealthy, and the nine of you looked like one big, happy family. Other families constantly spoke about your family and were either jealous or praised your parents for providing the seven of you a luxurious, stable life.

But in reality, you weren't happy at all. Your parents were almost never home and constantly—if not, always—yelled at you and your sisters, and they were even a̶b̶u̶s̶i̶v̶e̶ towards all of you. Your sisters were the only ones you truly loved and relied on, and, despite being the second youngest, you felt deeply protective of them. You even made a promise to yourself to always protect the people you loved most. Especially from your parents.

One night, you weren't able to fall asleep because of the coffee you had drunk earlier that day. You were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling—when you suddenly heard footsteps outside. A little alarmed, you got up from your bed and walked towards your door, quietly opening it and peeking out.

To your surprise, it was your Father, who was walking without making a sound aside from his quiet footsteps. He didn't notice you yet.

But what you did notice despite the darkness was the suspiciously sharp item in his back pocket.