■■■ was an ordinary university student.
Somewhat self-righteous and selfish, but not someone one could really call exceptional.
“Um……”
“I’m not interested, so go away.”
But considering the circumstances in which she had lived, her harshness could certainly be criticized, yet neither was it impossible to understand.
A person’s environment and background could not represent everything about that person, but they would inevitably exert no small influence.
An orphan with no family.
Completely isolated.
Entirely alone.
The orphanage that was supposed to replace a family was a den of criminals, the school she struggled to attend was stained with bullying and violence, and the people she thought she had become close to had, in reality, only ever intended to use her.
Every moment she had been born, lived, and breathed upon this earth had been filled with misfortune.
Misfortune and nothing else.
And so ■■■ learned how to become vicious.
The only person who took her side was herself, so naturally she became selfish.
If she failed to secure her own share, it would have been no surprise for her to starve to death, so naturally she became overbearing.
Not once during that process did ■■■ believe that the way she lived was wrong.
Reading webtoons or web novels on pirate sites.
Demanding exchanges while making a scene whenever a piece of clothing was even slightly damaged.
Pocketing dishes she liked from cafés.
It was all the same.
She did not consider any of it a crime.
If…