Chapter 1

My twin sister and I couldn't be more different—two extremes of morality.

She was born with a heart of gold, kind and selfless, but diagnosed with an intellectual disability.

I, on the other hand, was born with a violent streak, tested positive for a "warrior gene," and ended up in prison for assault.

It wasn't until I found out that my sister had been relentlessly bullied by her classmates that my world cracked open.

They live-streamed her suffering on the dark web, letting viewers vote on how to torture her next.

When the bullies promised that their next "show" would involve forcing her into gender reassignment surgery, I laughed.

Live-streamed bullying? They have no idea I'm about to get out.

Bullying is what I do best, too.

When I walked out of prison, the other inmates breathed a collective sigh of relief.

The weather outside was brutal—howling wind, thick snow falling in sheets. Not exactly a welcoming sight.

But the person waiting for me wasn't my sister, as we'd planned. Instead, it was my mother, her hair now completely white.

She looked like she'd aged decades overnight. Her once lively, easygoing demeanor was gone, replaced by swollen, bloodshot eyes. She didn't say a word.

She didn't take me home. Instead, she drove me straight to the hospital.

Through the glass window of the ICU, I saw my sister lying on the bed, tubes sticking out of her fragile body.

My fist slammed against the glass, my breath fogging up the surface as I tried to steady myself.

"What the hell happened?" I growled.

My mother's trembling hands held up her phone. Through the chaotic noise of screams and laughter, I saw a video playing on the screen—a video of my sister.

Her face was so swollen it looked like a balloon.

That's when I learned the truth.

The sister who had always pretended to be happy and carefree had been tormented by her classmates for months.

Not only did they bully her, but they also recorded it and streamed it on a dark web channel called Room 9 to make money off her pain.

In the video, a girl with brown hair smirked as she drew a humiliating cartoon turtle on my sister's face with a marker, complete with exaggerated features and crude anatomy.

My sister's face, once bright and innocent like a deer's, was now swollen beyond recognition. Her tear-filled eyes were reduced to tiny slits, and wherever the marker dragged across her skin, it left deep, sunken lines on her inflamed face.

The camera shook violently, showing my sister kneeling on the floor, stripped of her dignity, a dog leash around her neck. She couldn't move.

The laughter in the background was deafening.

Three girls and one guy took turns humiliating her, each one laughing louder than the last.

The brown-haired girl yanked my sister's hair and haphazardly shaved it off. Then, she forced my sister to face the camera.

"Say cheese for the big brothers watching!" she taunted.

My sister's weak, hoarse voice trembled as she managed to whisper, "You said there were stray kittens that needed help… You lied to me."

The brown-haired girl burst into laughter, exchanging amused glances with her friends as if to say, Can you believe this idiot?

She covered her mouth with fake modesty, giggled, then tilted her head in mock flirtation.

"Do I look like a little kitten? Meow~" she cooed, before erupting into more laughter.

Behind her, the guy was already impatient.

"Quit wasting time," he snapped. "Let's get started!"

My sister was shoved to the ground, forced into a degrading pose with her legs, making the peace sign with her fingers.

The louder the bullies laughed, the more gifts and donations flooded the livestream's chat.

The brown-haired girl, having had her fill of fun, adjusted her hair and leaned close to the camera, licking her lips seductively.

"So, big brothers, what do you want to see next? We can do anything."

The chat lit up with suggestions.

"Have you guys done the eel trick yet? Let's relive the classics."

"+10086."

"I'll send a gift for that. Everyone else, keep it coming."