Bloody Revenge: Dear, Please Lay Down Your Weapons!

When the official arrived, I had already poisoned my foster family.

I thoughtfully hung each one of them in the corridor, including the recently found true daughter of the family.

My foster parents treated me, their fake daughter, exceedingly well, and my foster brother cherished me more than his real sister.

The official was my childhood companion.

"You killed them all, why?" he asked me, having a mental breakdown.

What went around came around.

All the filth couldn't escape my eyes.