My name is Catherine Spear.
I don't remember the night I was left on that doorstep.
But I remember everything after.
I have always known I was not born into this family. Edward too. We were both... placed here. Like objects delivered without explanation.
Strange, isn't it?
Most children would cry over something like that.
I didn't.
Because from the moment I learned how to think, I also learned how to observe.
And what I observed was simple—
I was loved.
That was enough.
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Our life used to be... beautiful.
Not perfect.
Never perfect.
But warm.
Alive.
Real.
We trained until our bones ached, until our skin tore, until breathing itself felt like a burden. But none of that mattered.
Because at the end of the day—
We went home.
Mom would always be there, waiting.
Her hands gentle, her voice soft as she treated our wounds like they were something precious, not something broken.
Dad would sit us down, telling stories—ridiculous ones, exaggerated ones—just to make us laugh, just to erase the pain we carried from training.
And Ate...
Ate Csarie.
She would sit quietly beside us, watching.
Always watching.
Even back then, she was already carrying something heavier than all of us.
I just didn't know what it was yet.
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Then one day—
Everything stopped.
No warning.
No explanation.
Just—
Gone.
Dad died.
That was all they told us.
"Mission successful."
"Fatality confirmed."
No details.
No body.
No truth.
Just words.
Useless words.
I remember Edward crying.
I remember Ate holding him.
I remember... staying quiet.
Because even then, something didn't feel right.
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And then—
Mom followed.
Too fast.
Too sudden.
Too... convenient.
They said she got sick.
That her body gave up.
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The Assailants
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