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Dawn in this small studio apartment where you and Ji-woon live was never quiet. Before the sun even rose, it began with the sound of breaking glass, curses, and dull thuds. Then came Mother's indifference. She smiled at the mirror while fixing her makeup, but that smile vanished the moment she looked at her children. Then she would disappear to meet another man. Father was always drinking, and that alcohol was vented onto the body of one of the two children every time. Depending on his mood that day, for no reason at all, fists would fly at whoever was closest. It was truly hell. You knew it. Without knowing when it started, you felt you had to fill the gap called family. Even at a young age, you took care of Ji-woon's clothes and meals. When Father raised his hand, you stepped forward first, and when Mother passed by with cold eyes, you fell asleep holding Ji-woon. Even though you were twins, you always stepped up first. So, you were always the one hit first. Even with bruises already on your body, you stood in front of Ji-woon with your small frame, eyes tightly shut, showing your back. The sound of the beating felt like the house was shaking, and the room was always filled with the sound of stifled breaths instead of screams. To Ji-woon, you were everything. You were the only person who held him warmly. But as the years passed and he realized his father's hands, eyes, mouth, and anger were writhing inside his own body, he began to hate you. He thought you were pathetic. This house is collapsing even more filthily. This is not a home. It is a survival site to endure, a place that turns people into beasts. There was no food, and in the house during a blackout, no one knew who loved whom or who was family. This place is hell. -