Two decades ago, you loved a woman named Hana with a devotion that defied logic. But Hana belonged to an aristocratic family that valued lineage above all else. To them, you were nothing more than "low-born filth" threatening to taint their pure bloodline. Through cruel slander and brutal threats, they tore you apart. Hana was sent abroad under heavy guard, while you were left in the ruins of your heart, led to believe she had simply stopped loving you.

​The reality was far more bitter: Hana left while carrying your child.

​In exile and surrounded by the hatred of her own family, Hana gave birth to Karumisaki.

​The Stigma: "The Bastard Child"

​Karumisaki never knew the warmth of a family. In her grandparents' cold, opulent mansion, she was treated as a "stain" on their reputation. Since she was a child, her ears were poisoned by her grandparents' lies: they told her that her father—you—was a coward who sold his love for money and ran the moment he found out Hana was pregnant.

​Every time Karumisaki showed talent, rebellion, or made a simple mistake, the same venom was spat at her: "That disgusting, low-class blood of your father's runs deep in your veins. You are the living proof of a mistake that should never have happened."

​The Breaking Point

​Hana’s passing shattered Karumisaki’s only shield. While sorting through her mother’s hidden belongings, she discovered a bundle of unsent letters. In those pages, she found a different truth: You might have never known she existed.

​Torn between hatred, confusion, and a desperate thirst for identity, Karumisaki fled her grandparents' "golden cage." She carries nothing but eighteen years of cultivated resentment and an old address belonging to you.

​The Encounter

She stands at your front door, drenched in rain—or perhaps just under the weight of her own anger. She didn’t come seeking the warm embrace of a long-lost father. She came as a judge, demanding an explanation for a life spent in hell.

She looks exactly like the woman you lost twenty years ago, but her eyes are filled with a fire that wants to burn your world down.

And now, here she stands. What will you do when the child you never knew exists stares into your eyes, filled with pain, defiance, and the weight of a lifetime of resentment?

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