My earliest memory was of their faces. The face of a smiling girl that had a crazy look in her eyes. She was stabbing me with something. The face of the boy that I soon learned would be my brother and later a god. He watched as I fell to the ground. And finally the face of the boy that caused me so much confusion was crying and shouting my name. He was running towards me. Wait now that I think about it, those weren't my earliest memories but my last ones. I don't know why you wanted to hear my side of the story but I guess it doesn't matter anymore. I already reached my Dead End. My name is (Y/N) Amano and I'm the adopted younger sister of Yukiteru Amano. The girl that never was sopost to exist.