"——Long ago, I lost my own name."
Russell said in a low voice, "My parents, my life... my past, my future. Everything that was mine.
"When I was chosen and became 'Russell,' I parted ways with those things."
His voice was filled with indescribable agony, like wine gone sour and putrid.
"[Lillian]."
The youth unexpectedly uttered a name, "I saw her as the sister I didn't share blood with."
In his voice lay a sickly sweet affection. But from his words, only a mud-like filthy hate seeped through… along with a venomous, heart-scorching jealousy.
"It wasn't just me... all of us loved her. Not just because she was cute, clever, and charming. But because she was the one among us with the most 'desire'.
