Replacement Daughter: They Scraped Me Like Trash

I was adopted by my "parents" ten years ago, perfectly playing the role of their daughter who had drowned.

Until today, when they brought home a girl from the orphanage who looked exactly like "me."

They held the girl and said to me: "From now on, you'll be the little sister. Listen to what your big sister says."

The girl looked at me timidly, clutching the hem of "Mom's" clothes.

I nodded, picked up the dinner knife, and cut open my wrist. No blood — only blue electric sparks.

"Service agreement for A-3 has expired," I said calmly. "Requesting recall."