Although they were born from the same mother, the two were different from the moment they had entered the world.0

The two brothers had been split into an older and younger brother relationship even though they had been born on the same day with just a difference of a few minutes had grown together. One had black hair, and the other had hair as white as snow. The difference in their hair color seemed to dominate their lives, as the two were different from the moment of birth.0

‘Mommy will be back for you soon.’0

Both had a hazy memory from their infancy: the last appearance of the mother who had given birth to them. With a promise to return, the mother left her own flesh and blood.0

‘Die! Die!’0

On the other hand, every day, their father beat them. The boy with white hair was considered cursed. Their father, complaining that everything had been ruined because of that child’s existence, beat him again and again.0

That was the children's first memory of their father: endless violence at home. Outside the home was no different.0

‘Look at that bastard’s hair.’0

‘An albino? Or something like that, at least.’0

‘Make sure you don’t catch whatever he has.’0

The white-haired boy had always been the subject of attention as the children at school either harassed or completely avoided him. As time went on, the boy became increasingly despondent.0

‘Die!’0

On the other hand, the black-haired boy grew more and more like his father.0

‘Don’t you ever touch my...0