Synopsis
My funeral is already underway. "How does she not even cry when her own twin sister is dead?" "Didn't everyone say she was slow? Guess the rumors were right." "She probably has some kind of complex. Who knows, maybe she's actually relieved." I was killed by poison. And just like that, I woke up as Irene — Mergen's dead weight. You wanted a life like mine? No, Irene. You really didn't. *** "You're not taking a single step without my say-so, Noona." When did Abel — the one who used to look at Irene like she was something stuck to…
