When the tiresome morning came, I had to once again become the flawless Elke Eberhardt. The Eberhardt that my father and brother were so proud of perfect and without a single flaw. That is the life of the noble and arrogant Eberhardt family. Of all that had been given to me or would ever be given, there was nothing I truly desired. Yet everything was already perfectly predetermined. Everything except for him. "You can say it wasn’t your fault. That I was the one who made you this way it’s fine to blame me." That man is the only thing I possess that is filthy and vile.