ーーMy sister loved me to a pathological degreeーー

Love can easily drive people insane, shatter them, and strip them of their very self.

I realized this only after my step-sister’s obsessive, almost mad love was forced upon me, shattering my psyche and plunging me into gynophobia.

My wounds, having learned the terror of both being loved and being betrayed, coldly and relentlessly conveyed the cruel truth: I could no longer love anyone.

But amidst this despair, I was to meet a woman who carried the same scars as I did.

As I interacted with her, I had a premonition that my world—a world I believed afflicted with gynophobia and abandoned by all—was beginning to change with a resounding shift.ーーー

My step-sister, who directs a love so intense it could be called madness

A classmate sharing the same trauma

My younger step-sister, abandoned by her beloved

And my childhood friend, who deserted the one she loved

“I can only see you.”

“Give me back my big brother.”

“Yuran is mine…”

“I don't think you'll believe me, but... I... I love you.”

When the tangled loves and hatreds each person harbors intertwine.

The story begins to move.

You and I cannot love.