Chapter 1

I gasped, my body convulsing in agonizing pain on the cold floor. I begged and cried, pleading with my own sister to stop, but all I got in return was her freezing, disgusted glare.

"Jonah has a weak heart," Evelyn snapped, her voice devoid of any warmth. "As his brother, what's wrong with giving him yours? It's just a simple heart transfer."

She locked me in the dark basement, completely indifferent to my agony.

She turned around and showered Jonah with the utmost tenderness and care.

"Are you feeling better, Jonah? If that useless trash’s heart doesn't suit you, don't worry. I will find you a better one."

I was locked in that pitch-black room, bleeding from my eyes, nose, and mouth, falling into utter despair.

A month later, Evelyn finally remembered me.

"Now that Jonah is fully recovered, drag your useless body out of there," she muttered coldly to the empty hallway.

She had no idea.

I didn't survive her cruel ritual. I had died in that dark room weeks ago, and my body was already rotting away.