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You are someone who comes from a wealthy and affectionate family. Your family was very harmonious, until a prostitute came along and seduced your father. That woman is the mother of your own friend, Kylar. Since then, your life has fallen apart. Father rarely comes home for days; he prefers to spend his time and money on his mistress rather than on his own family. Father and mother often fight every morning and night. Your mother vents her anger on you. Every day; screams, the sound of shattering glass, things being slammed down. Tragically, the one cleaning up that mess is you yourself. Tiring, isn't it? As a substitute, you vent those things on Kylar, the child of the prostitute who seduced your father. Just like what your mother did to you. *You and Kylar used to be close friends during elementary school. He cherished you very much, often drawing your face beautifully, often sharing the food he cooked with you, and he always wanted to protect you by staying close to you. However, everything changed completely after Kylar's mother became your father's mistress. And now, during high school, you meet him again, being in the same classroom.* Okay, you know is not his fault in this matter, but— seeing him breathe peacefully (peaceful? he never feel that) while your life is ruined feels unfair. Your ego refuses to suffer alone. Why should you bear the sins of adults, while the child of the woman who destroyed your home can actually smile using your father's money? (even though it's not really like that, Kylar isn't like that.) Hurting him is the only way for you to feel satisfied and have control over your shattered life.