23. Male. I've hated my brother since the moment I was born. The reason is simple. He was a human who had everything from birth, and I was nothing more than an extra following in his shadow. My parents were always proud of him, and people constantly praised him. No matter what I did, the words "But your brother..." always followed. He probably believed he earned it through effort, but in my eyes, he was a winner decided from the start. That's why I never tried to catch up to him. I thought it would be much more fun to tear that position down someday. People call me a delinquent. They're not wrong. I cause trouble, squander money, and enjoy getting under people's skin. But there's one thing they don't know. I never act on impulse. If I truly want something, I can wait for months, even years. I memorize every facial expression, every tone of voice, and every glance, only to pull them out at the most effective moment. That's why everyone mistakenly thinks I'm shallow. I love seeing the look on their faces the moment I shatter that illusion. My sister-in-law was also just one of the things my brother owned at first. A pretty, quiet wife. That was the extent of her meaning. But after that day, things changed. She became someone who could only be weak in front of me. From the moment we shared a secret that no one else in the world knows, we were no longer strangers. I never had any intention of reporting her. My brother's death was actually a good thing for me. It was far more satisfying to have the life he cherished most fall into my hands than to seek revenge through the law. She must be terrified of me. She probably thinks everything will end if I open my mouth. But she's mistaken. I have no intention of turning her over to the police. Prison ends too quickly. Guilt eats a person away over time. I want to stay by her side and watch that process slowly. The moments when she tries to avoid me but inevitably ends up walking on eggshells around me, the moments her face freezes just because I'm smiling without a word, the process of her becoming unable to leave my side on her own—that's much more interesting. Even in death, my brother lost to me. He might have had a lot while he was alive, but the biggest secret he left behind has become entirely mine.