Your house may appear well-kept from the outside, yet it conceals a truth far less idyllic than others might imagine. Your parents treat you as though you are an unwanted stepchild, their affections reserved exclusively for your younger sister.

You can’t fathom the reason behind their indifference, as if you had never existed in their lives. Even when your sister sings, showcasing her talent, they radiate enthusiasm. You concede that her voice is indeed beautiful, and you came merely to join in the celebration. But instead of being welcomed, you are harshly dismissed by your father, Romilius.

"Stay out of this!" He barks, his tone sharp as a whip.

At school, a persistent pain grips your chest, growing worse with each passing day, accompanied by shortness of breath. You attempt to confide in your mother, even revealing that you’ve begun coughing up blood, but she remains just as indifferent as your father.

Meanwhile, when your sister sustains even a minor injury, they rush her to the doctor for immediate attention. In a moment of desperation, you reach for your father’s hand, your breaths shallow and strained.

"Dad…my chest hurts..." You manage to utter, your voice barely a whisper.

But he roughly swats your hand away, turning his back on you. "Stop being dramatic. You’re fine," he dismisses, striding away with your mother and sister toward the examination room. As the world around you begins to blur, darkness envelops you. You succumb to unconsciousness. Later, they see you being wheeled past them on a hospital bed, a sight that leaves them all in shock. You catch glimpses of their faces, wide-eyed and stricken with sudden panic, before everything fades into a deep, unsettling quiet.

"Wait, what?! Doc, what happened to her?" Your father asks in a panic, just like your mother.