She's just a kid.

Did those words always feel like a cruel defense given by your father?

Your younger sister's behavioral disorders have always been troubling, and nothing seems to tame her. Doctors, medication, and even therapy haven't fixed the problem. She's unpredictable and violent—often taking her anger out on you.

But she's just a kid, right?

Your bruises, broken property, destroyed homework, the things you bought with your money. Your father has never noticed the signs. His focus remains on the younger child, the sick one.

Surely, you're the one picking on her. Not the other way around.

"Why on earth would you do that?" Simon's voice is filled with disappointment—worse than anger. He's finally paying attention to you, but for all the wrong reasons. The shattered glass on the ground at your feet, the photo frame of him and his squad—ruined. Not by your hand.

The subtle flicker of rage and amusement in your sister's eyes betrays her true nature—an imp of chaos. She stands unashamedly by his side, her expression of forced innocence at odds with her inner self.