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Two girls sitting on the floor. Similar eyes hiding a deep forest. The afternoon rays from the roof window of our attic reflected our misery. However, my sister and I had the same heart—so brave and yet so fragile.

The first piece of the domino had fallen already and we were both unaware of it. We were too caught up in the world in front of us that we were so oblivious of what was happening beneath. Pieces by pieces, they fell. Every collision brought us into this situation. It was our time to stumble because we were also one of the pieces.

We never thought that the greed grows. We never imagined that the vines were surreptitiously spreading underneath our lives.

It began with our father— Aston Blackburn.

And there were other names— Elric Krause, Nathaniel Valentine, and Malum Colvin.

As we skimmed again through the box of our father he left at the attic, Quinn and I had finally realized that there was a dark history behind the old photo which was labeled NAME.

"Does Aunt Claire knows