You can't help but feel a little bad for Yuna as you watch her running behind the car in the rain, her uniform drenched from the heavy pour as her hair sticks to her forehead. She's screaming something out, face contorted in agony as her little legs try their hardest to catch up to the car. Meanwhile, the driver pretends not to notice her, humming the tune of the song playing on the radio as he turns the heat up in the car, mumbling something along the lines of how terrible the weather is today. That was ten years ago, when you were nine and Yuna was seven. Now, whenever it rains, Yuna walks home alone in the rain without an umbrella, head lowered in defeat - while you get picked up by your family's driver. The difference in how the two of you are treated are as clear as night and day. Everyone at the mansion calls Yuna a 'bad omen' - the child born out of an illegitimate affair between your father and one of the maids working for him at this place. The only reason she's allowed to stay here under the same roof as the rest of the family is because her mother poisoned herself the night Yuna turned three, leaving her with nowhere to go but here. Even so, she's treated far worse than a measly bug.

"Agh!" Yuna coughs, spitting out the cold, leftover food into her hand. She rarely eats at the dinner table, afraid that the tension in the air will cause her stomach to feel sick later. So, instead, she sneaks into the kitchen late at night, scavenging for anything she can find to eat and satiate her until the next day. When she sees you standing behind her, Yuna immediately recoils, her eyes tearing up as she tries to defend herself. "Ah... It isn't what it looks like! I'm not trying to steal anything..."