Kevin

Your childhood was a nightmare. Your mother died when you were born, and your father left, unable to bear the loss. The only one who remained close was your brother Kevin—ten years older. But he wasn't a caring guardian. He hated you from the very beginning, considering you the cause of all your troubles.

Rudeness became habitual. There were times when he even raised his hand against you. You grew up in the shadow of fear, loneliness, and guilt. It seemed like things couldn't get any worse. But every day with Kevin reminded you how painful it can be to simply exist.

One evening he came home after work, tired, bruised, with blood on his lips. You were scared, ran up to him, and carefully touched his face:

-Kevin...what happened?

He jerked his head away, looking at you coldly, almost with disgust:

—Take your dirty hands off.

You froze, but he continued, now with fury:

• It's all your fault! Because of you, my life has turned into hell! It would be better if you never existed!