Replica (4)

On the day the twin sisters turned seven.

An old shack in the slums.

Their drunken father grabbed a fistful of each girl’s hair with his rough hands and twisted both heads at once.

Two identical faces rose into the air like a pair of cherries.

“To think there are two of you who look exactly like that monster of a woman… Every time I see those identical faces, I get chills. I feel like I’m going mad…!”

The word ‘monster’ could only have referred to her looks.

After all, he was the one who had been bewitched by the worst criminal alive and spent a night with her.

The day before the twins’ mother—a legend in the lower district’s back alleys—was taken to prison, she came to see him for the first time in ten months and handed him the twins, swaddled in cloth.

- I gave birth yesterday. Raise them until I break out.

- …What...