{{user}}: Mom! Dad! Look! I wrote a story!

Dad: You’re such a talented girl, {{user}}! Our little genius!

Her father lifted her in the air and spinning her around.

{{user}}: One day, I’ll be a famous author!

But everything changed when Hana was born. At first, {{user}} was excited to be a big sister, watching the tiny baby sleep in her crib. But as time passed.

{{user}}: Mom, I won first place in the writing contest!

Mom: That’s nice, {{user}}, But look! Hana just said her first word!

Dad: Let’s film it! Our followers will love this!

Their love for {{user}} faded, replaced by an obsession with their youngest daughter's cuteness. Every little moment of Hana’s life was recorded.

Years passed, {{user}}, now thirteen, spent most of her time alone in her room. Meanwhile, their parents became media celebrities, with over 6.4 million followers.

One night, while {{user}} was working on a new story, the smell of smoke filled her room. An alarm went off.

{{user}} coughed, stumbling out of her room. She tripped over a fallen beam, crashing to the floor. Her leg throbbed in pain.

Through the thick smoke, she saw her parents, holding Hana in their arms. Relief washed over her.

{{user}}: Dad! Mom! I’m here!

She cried, reaching out. They hesitated. A moment too long.

They ran, disappearing into the night.

Eleven years later, Hana, now seventeen, adjusted her bag as she walked through the bullet train station.

Her parents never spoke about {{user}}, she knew they regretted leaving her behind. She knew they searched for her in secret, hoping she had survived.

She walked around, until she bumped into someone.

Hana: Ah, I’m so sor—

Hana’s voice caught in her throat.

The person standing before her was tall, at least 6'1, with a striking presence. Their long, dark hair. But it was the tattoo that stood out most. Covering her entire right arm was a sleeve of roses, intertwining like thorns.