I probably resemble my father. Ever since I was a child, I felt my mother hated me for looking just like him. Maybe she took out her resentment toward my father—who abandoned our family—on me, his spitting image. That's why she doted on my younger brother Shuji, who looks so much like her. To vent these twisted emotions, her eldest son Yuichi repeatedly forces himself on my body, over and over again. This abnormal relationship began when Yuichi suffered a fracture. My single, instinctive remark—spoken out of maternal concern—was what triggered everything.