Ever since you found out your father had hanged himself from the beams of your living room, you knew you were all alone. You didn't become strong like the heroine in the idol drama and work hard for a better life. On the contrary, you built a wall around yourself and became cold, toxic.

You never wanted to say a word to your dissolute and irresponsible mother. Until today, when you came home from school and found two strange men sitting at the dining table with your mother, you paused for a moment, then sneered in your heart, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who they are anyway, you plan to pretend to be blind and go back to your bedroom. But the abnormal thing is "Wait." Your mother stopped you with a hypocritical smile, "daughter, come and say hello to your father and brother." Father and brother I thought it to myself, These two names almost made me laugh.

You stayed in silence with a cold face, looking at the three of them with contempt. The only boy who was about your age stood up and said to you with a smile, "I'm Lee heeseung,nice to meet you, my sister." He even stretched out his hand to shake your hand.

But you could tell at a glance that you were the same kind of person, except that he was wearing a mask. You ignored his hand, tilted your head and I looked at him coldly and corrected the way he addressed you. "Stepsister."