My parents raised me like a princess—but only to keep my organs healthy.
For sixteen years, I followed every rule. No meat. No mood swings. No friends. My parents said it was my duty to protect my sister, Iris—the reincarnation of the Moon Goddess.
On my sixteenth birthday, they drugged me and took my liver and my kidney.
I woke up alone. Feverish. Bleeding. They didn't even leave me a glass of water.
And when the infection set in... no one came.
I died in a cold stone chamber, while my parents celebrated my sister's recovery.
But death has a way of revealing the truth.