What’s so bad about being alone?

If life were nothing but lies, it’d be utterly absurd.

Late at night, I walked home alone.

I dragged my battered body toward home, but the sky showed no mercy—it started raining.

Just beaten bloody, now drenched by rain. My luck couldn’t get worse. But my heart felt even colder.

*Pitter-patter… pitter-patter… pitter-patter…*

The rain grew heavier… soaking me to the bone.

Heartache. Resentment. Helplessness. I couldn’t change a thing.

Staggering to my doorstep, I found a suitcase lying there. Its fate mirrored mine—drenched by the downpour. A worn game helmet sat atop it.

They were mine. The contents inside must be mine too.

I stepped past them to the door. My home was a two-story luxury villa. A small garden out front. A swimming pool in back. I’d never used any of it.

“My face hurts…” I muttered. A bruise bloomed on my cheek—someone’s fist.

I pulled out my keys. Inserted them. The lock wouldn’t turn… It’d been changed.

*Click.* The second-floor window above me suddenly slid open.

I looked up. My twin sister leaned against the frame, arms crossed. Her gaze stabbed down at me—icy, scornful.

We shared eight-tenths of the same face. Yet we were worlds apart.

She was the school’s shining star. I was its black sheep. Her skin glowed with youth. Mine looked pale and lifeless.

She wore crimson pajamas, black hair spilling over her shoulders. But her eyes were glacial—nothing like the beloved campus goddess everyone knew.

She’d always despised her good-for-nothing brother. Now she’d caught me red-handed.

Our parents were away. I knew what came next.

“How dare you come back after doing something so vile at school?” Her voice cut through the rain.

I stayed silent. Wet strands of hair clung to my eyes. Explaining was pointless. No one would believe me.

“Those are your things. From today on, get lost. I never want to see you again.” She looked at me like I was trash.

*Where would I even go?* My body froze. Rain poured over me, unresisting.

In this world, without power… even blood means nothing.

And I was the one cast aside.

“I…” *Nowhere to go.* I almost begged. But the words died in my throat.

“Still here? You’ve shamed our whole family.” Her voice pierced my ears again.

Each word was a spear—ripping through my heart, freezing my soul.

My feet moved on their own. I turned away, stopping before my suitcase.

Eyes unblinking. Rain streamed down my hair. Shivers wracked my drenched body.

No one knew what I was thinking.

I didn’t fight fate. I couldn’t.

I’d shoulder all the blame—even for sins not mine. Covered in wounds, mocked by all. No one helped me. Not even those I trusted most.

I couldn’t breathe. My heart felt shattered. Betrayed by the one closest to me.

*She’s not my sister.* She’d hated me since birth. This coldness? Exactly what I’d expected.

My gaze dropped to the game helmet on the suitcase. My eyes dimmed.

*If I had power… If my level wasn’t two—but maxed out…*

*If my nickname wasn’t ‘trash’—but ‘genius’…*

*Would she treat me differently then?*

“…Whatever. I’m just trash anyway.”

I glanced back once. She still glared down, waiting to confirm I’d leave.

No trace of longing in her eyes. Only indifference. Like I was a stranger.

Silent, I grabbed the suitcase. Its wheels were gone. I crouched, hugging it to my chest, my pinky hooked through the helmet’s strap.

*School tomorrow. Where do I sleep tonight?*

“I’ll be back…” I forced a crooked smile. Tears mixed with rain, streaking my face. My eyes locked onto the battered game helmet.

“Sakura-nee… Xiaochun… just wait.”