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It was like the unfolding of an absurd play, the meshing gears pushing fate, bit by bit, toward that abyss of mockery.
Yes.
After nearly twenty years, the man who had once been her older brother appeared before her in this absurd way.
She had thought he was long dead, that he had gone mad on the night their father and mother died. But he had not. Now he stood before her, across the torrent of time, across this Doll's shell, appearing before her as a grown man.
"Little sister, do you still remember me?"
The first words he spoke had already proven his identity.
It was as though time had returned once more to that night twenty years ago, when those two gunshots changed both their fates forever.
"For these twenty years, I truly haven't been able to stop thinking about you for a single day. At one point, I even thought you were dead. I even gave up on that mad fantasy of mine. But who could have imagined it? Fate always plays a joke like this when you least expect it."
At that moment, his hand brutally dragged her out of the cage.
He could no longer contain the violence and madness in his eyes.
Facing the girl who had once been his little sister.
He picked up the whip on the table and lashed her viciously, like a wild beast.
He left wound after wound on her body.
He kept talking, talking like a madman, as though he wanted to pour all twenty years of hatred onto this former blood relative in that single moment. He told her how he had survived, step by step, how he had clawed his way up