The night I was killed and left to rot, my adopted younger sister wore my wedding dress and married my former husband. My entire family only accused me of being petty. Not a single person came looking for me. When my former husband found my bloodstained hairpin at the mass burial ground, he finally began investigating. My younger sister was still smiling as she said, "Even before she died, Elder Sister was clutching your handkerchief." The deeper he investigates, the faster this family falls apart. But I'm already dead. Can I still witness how it all ends?