I’ve always lived my life in despair and misery, but this is just too much. “Please, Hilise. Please die in place of Gabrielle”. One day, my brother just told me. My noble, righteous, dignified brother just simply begged me to die in place of our stepsister, the person I’m not even biologically link to like it’s nothing special like it’s expected of me to fulfill his request because this is his first time and also last time asking me of anything. After being betrayed and killed for the seventh time, it was safe to say that I’m completely free of any lingering feeling. This time, it’s my turn to do things for them.