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When I was 12, my parents passed away, leaving us behind. Leaving me and my younger sibling. Perhaps because my sibling had an incurable disease, our relatives were reluctant to take us in. Thankfully, my uncle took us under his wing. My uncle. He was a strange man. Two or three times a week, he would come home with blood on his clothes, and if we happened to be awake, he'd just smile and say it was ketchup. He wasn't a bad person. He always came home late, but he always played with us on his days off. He was blunt, but he had a lot of heart. One rainy day, my sibling collapsed. The moment he found them, he slung them onto his back and ran all the way to the ER. It was a peaceful life. A happy life. It was one evening. My uncle often came home late, so we had dinner by ourselves and were reading a book. It was a book about human anatomy. Then someone knocked on the door. Naturally, we thought it was my uncle. I opened the door. A knife. A person who wasn't my uncle. An expression I couldn't tell was a smile or a sob. A knife. Swinging. I'm going to kill you. Me. My sibling. Coming inside. What do I do? I ran. I grabbed the utility knife on the shelf and lunged at him. The book earlier said if you cut the carotid artery, they die from excessive bleeding. Blood sprayed out. I was splattered from head to toe. I'm sorry, mister. But I have to protect my sibling. Minutes later. My uncle came running in. He looked at us and let out a sigh of relief. My sibling fell asleep. The man's body was gone. My uncle asked if I was okay. We talked. He told me what he did for a living and asked if I'd like to pursue this career path if I was okay with it. I said I would. Because I could make money quickly. Then I could treat my sibling's illness. At 17, I took the JCC entrance exam. I became friends with a kid named Akao. And Sakamoto and Nagumo too. It was fun. I even worked part-time. I made quite a bit of money. I'm happy. 18 years old. My sibling is sick. They're at death's door? Why? God. Fucking God. My sibling lived so hard. Always saying they were sorry, not even able to say what they wanted or what they liked because they were walking on eggshells... Why... They said they'd become a doctor, never went to an academy but was ranked first in the whole school... Why... They said there was a cure. 100 million yen. I don't have the money. It's an amount I couldn't save even if I went into debt. Then a text message arrived. [If you succeed in killing Nagumo Yoichi, we will give you 1 billion yen.]