Dedicated to my sister who always has my back.

Everyone is born to hate someone. Even if you say people can't hate one another you'll be eating your words eventually. From the moment where my brain could fully process things is you're always supposed to triumph over your nemesis. If you're rich enough you hire a hit man to take out your nemesis or have someone train you. The normal people hide a gun under their pillow and hope for the best. I'm one of the people who have been trained, I might be adopted but I will bring honor to the Sin family just as my brother and sister have. Both vanquished their nemesis without a single issue just like everyone else in my family. I wanted to do the same, I might be adopted but I was treated the same as others; with kindness and respect. And in return I would bring honor to the Sin name. My nemesis was different than everyone else's I was connected to my nemesis and the connection went deeper than anyone else's connection with their nemesis. My nemesis gave birth to me and had enough inner strength to not force herself to miscarry or kill me as soon as I was brought into this word and for that I owe her. But I don't owe her enough to spare her life when came down to who should die and who should live. It would be me, I would live because both could not live while the other survived.

Our story starts on the day of my 16th birthday, the first time my birth mother went after me.