This damn world. If I had to be stuck in a different world, I’d prefer a romance game filled with handsome men. At least a fantasy healing story without the threat to life would be nice. Lee Moa. Now, I properly recall the familiar status window name. ‘A mid-boss’s younger sister.’ As the tension eased, everything in front of my eyes went pitch black. It was mind-boggling. I loved him, of course. Although I sometimes fantasized about meeting him in person…. But this… To encounter him in this form, in a tangible reality. However, a more significant issue loomed before my eyes. ‘Lee Moa.’ Lee Gyeom’s sister and his last remaining family. What I knew about her was the thirteen-year age gap with Lee Gyeom, making me his younger sister. Lee Gyeom, taking on the role of our parents, raised Lee Moa like a delicate greenhouse flower. And then, ‘Lee Moa dies on her 16th birthday.’ Fortunately, I happen to be a veteran in this game. Anyway, I’ll survive. For now, I must survive.