(Ranold)
Every part of my life was calculated chaos, orbiting around revenge for my father.
A father I never met because of Arata's parents. The father who could have been my mentor.
The thought which always fuelled my hatred for her.
While we were the same age, Arata had spent a life exactly opposite to mine—surrounded by her family, her grandma, and a sibling. All of them showered her with love and affection.
I, on the other hand, couldn't even meet my grandmothers on either side. One didn't know I existed, the other had banished my mother after her involvement with the kidnapping of Arata's mother and her own incarceration.
I never had many friends growing up, because of how frequently we needed to move. So computers and technology became my best pals.
A need to dig out as much information as I could related to my father made me search deeper into the computing world and learn the way it operated.
Hacking other's secrets became my hobby and I felt invincible.
