After Christie's funeral, my mother sent Adrian to a boarding school. He hated us already. His hate was different from what Ayaka felt for me. I was more determined to keep her away from me. I was afraid that I would turn into something like my mother.
I found my solace in music. My father became fond of me. He would ask me to play the violin instead of my mother. My mother started taking me to the concertos with her. In Country E, I took part in several contests. I was recognized for the talents that I inherited from my mother. My pictures were published in the newspapers.
Ayaka hated me more. She wasn't good at music. She didn't get the attention or approval she needed. But she didn't know anything. A price must be paid if one wants to achieve perfection. What my mother and I paid was our humanity.
Perhaps, we were never humans. We are demons with the flesh of humans. We are twisted creatures. We are sinners.
