My name is Amy Lombart.

I once had parents, a brother, friends, and someone I loved.

But they joined hands and pushed me into hell.

They called me a "slut" and a "psycho."

Strangers online said I deserved to die.

So, in essence, I did die.

Like a bug crushed underfoot—my corpse became nothing more than gossip fodder.

They never listened to my side or cared about what I had endured.

What they didn't know was that I had written it all down in my diary.

Maybe one day, someone will open that diary and hear my story to its conclusion.

Even if it was just one person.

If you're reading this, I beg you—help me live on.

***

"Good evening, everyone! It's your favorite host, Kyle Jensen!"

"Today I'm here at the number one haunted house you all voted for—the site of the infamous Wall Corpse Case from five years ago!"

Under the eerie night sky, Kyle and his team hurriedly set up their live-streaming gear in front of the rundown entrance.

The area around them was choked with weeds and completely deserted, with only a crescent moon casting a lonely light.

Suddenly, the screen was flooded with comments like "Amy" and "bitch."

Viewers were furious.

"Why visit that slut Amy's house?"

"This is so unlucky!"

"Amy had a parade of lovers when she was alive, and with her family's wealth, she even kept a dozen young men here."

"I don't buy it. What rich young woman would choose to live in such a desolate place?"

"Kyle, you've changed. Now you'll make money off anything."

"Let's just leave. Amy doesn't deserve any attention."

The screen continued to fill with angry comments.

Kyle grimaced, feeling a headache coming on as he watched everyone around him cursing and complaining.

However, with the show's popularity soaring at the moment, he knew he had to continue.

"Don't worry, everyone. Do you know who I am? I'm Kyle!" he declared.

"As the host, I'm here to give you all a different perspective, not to sugarcoat the actions of someone who would set up her own brother."

While speaking, Kyle brandished a silver crucifix and raised an eyebrow at the camera.

"Rest assured, if this malevolent spirit dares to cause trouble, I'll make sure to send her to hell."

As soon as he finished, the show erupted with cheers, and everyone enthusiastically applauded Kyle for his excellent performance.

He caught a whiff of decay and moved toward the door.

With a slight nudge, the door gave way with a thunderous crash, leaving Kyle rooted to the spot, shocked by the scene before him.

"Dammit!"

Adam Lombart growled, shattering the wine glass in his grip.

"Amy! Why is she reappearing now? Can't she just remain silent and buried in that wretched place after five years?"

Frustrated, he lit a cigarette and, watching the smoke rise, dialed a number. "Kellie must never learn about this. We can't let Amy's name reopen old wounds for her."

Just then, Kellie Meade, who had been approaching Adam, stopped in her tracks.

With a pained expression, she softly said, "Adam, the departed have moved on. I've come to terms with it. Even though Amy hurt me in the past, she's faced the consequences. We need to move forward—I don't want to linger on past mistakes anymore."

At that moment, my father emerged, his expression twisted with rage as he shouted, "That girl got what she deserved!"

He commanded Adam to increase the TV volume.

In a bad temper, he poured himself a glass of red wine, drank it quickly, and exclaimed, "That disgraceful girl can't even stay silent five years after her death. Let's see what she's planning now."

On the show, Kyle's shocked voice echoed.

"What the hell are these?"

The walls were draped with moss and vines, and through the withered leaves, dark bloodstains were visible.

For an instant, the chat went silent before erupting into chaos.

Kyle gestured for the cameraman to move in for a close-up, and the flood of comments threatened to overwhelm the screen.

"Amy must be out of her mind—why do something so revolting?"

"This woman is just trying to get famous, pretending this is real."

"I heard she killed a bunch of chickens before—maybe she smeared their blood up there."

"She even cried on live camera after being diagnosed with depression, then passed away a few days later."

"Maybe someone thought she was such a drama queen, always talking about wanting to die, so they gave her a hand."

"Hahaha! Well done!"

I felt the same way. My death had become a spectacle for strangers. "Is it funny?"

They've never met me and don't know who I am, yet they hurl cruel attacks based solely on those defamatory words.

Maybe they don't care—their self-righteous justice stands on my suffering.

Kyle narrowed his eyes slightly. After carefully assessing his surroundings, he pulled out a compass.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind flung open the already ajar window, causing the curtain and a grimy bedsheet to dance in the air.

The cameraman accidentally bumped into something, and with a "snap," a diary tumbled to the floor.

Kyle opened the first page and began to read.

"July 12, 2016. Someone who claimed to be my brother brought me home. He apologized, saying it was his fault I was kidnapped. I'm so happy. I have a brother now. Adam..."

When I got home, my parents greeted me with apathy.

My brother assured me that it was just their nature and that they actually cared about me.

I depended on him a lot—he was the first family member to genuinely care about me in my 18 years as an orphan.

He often teased me by calling me his "shadow sister," but he always included me in everything he did.

At school, when classmates called me a country bumpkin, my brother got so upset that he confronted them.

When our parents reprimanded him, I willingly took the blame.

They punished me by denying me dinner, but my brother sneaked in some bread for me.

"Why did you take the fall? Mom and Dad wouldn't actually punish me," he said.

"With me around, you don't have to handle everything by yourself."

As I faced his smiling expression, I nodded quietly, appreciating the joy of having a brother.

In this world, at least, I wasn't alone.

My brother was the most amazing person ever.

Reading the first page, Kyle could almost visualize the shy girl slowly coming out of her tough exterior with her brother's support.

Having begun his career as a radio host, he read the words impeccably.

Kyle signaled the cameraman to focus closely on the diary.

But my heart was heavy.

Back then, I had been Adam's cherished little sister, not a despised outcast.

At that time, I believed I had finally begun to lead a good life, no longer needing to compete with others for a notebook or a piece of candy.

Adam remained silent for a long while, seemingly lost in memories of the day he brought me back, recalling every detail of our life together before.

At that moment, he was overwhelmed with guilt—how had the sister he vowed to protect ended up like this?

Kellie's face twisted with distress.

She clutched Adam's arm tightly, tears brimming in her eyes once more.

"Adam, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, Amy would still be alive.

"Your sibling bond was so strong, and I destroyed it all...

"I'm the one responsible for Amy's death. It's all my fault."

Upon hearing the sobbing next to him, Adam's face immediately turned cold and severe.

The nostalgia he had felt just moments before shifted suddenly into disgust.

Gently, he drew Kellie into his embrace.

"Kellie, how could any of this be your fault?" he said.

"If it weren't for Amy, you wouldn't have been injured, and we wouldn't have lost... our child. It's all due to her greed."

As he spoke, the veins in Adam's tightly clenched fists became pronounced.

The pain kept him grounded, and he kissed Kellie's forehead softly. "She took the life of our own flesh and blood. She doesn't deserve to be called my sister."

My parents, who had never paid much attention to me, now offered comfort to Kellie too.

"Kellie," my father said, "I was against bringing that monster back into our home from the beginning. It's cruel that she left you unable to have children until now. Don't keep blaming yourself for this. It's time for you and Adam to have your wedding."

My parents watched the TV with clenched jaws.

"You've always been the child we raised, and even if you're not our biological daughter, you're still perfect to be our daughter-in-law. As for that little troublemaker, hmph!"

"All her attention-seeking behavior will only draw powerful spiritual practitioners her way. She's digging her own grave."

"We didn't have to do anything against her, and now she's practically asking to be erased. We might as well fulfill her wish."

They were a content and united family, while I was always the outsider disrupting their harmony.

Kyle turned to the second page of the diary.

The crew members set aside their previous disdain.

In the corner of the Lombart's residence, a figure emerged, faintly reflected in the cracked mirror on the dressing table.

She seemed to be uttering something, so I leaned in to hear.

"Help me!"

On November 24, 2016. It was Thanksgiving.

I returned home to find Kellie cuddling with Adam, acting quite spoiled.

It was the first time I witnessed my parents looking at someone with such adoration.

When Adam noticed me, he beckoned me over and explained that Kellie was the child my parents had raised me before.

They had gone abroad earlier to spare my feelings and had only come back for the festival to meet me.

They advised me not to be resentful.

Adam also mentioned that he would treat both of his little sisters equally from now on.

I nodded blankly as Kellie took my hand.

Suddenly, she screamed—blood was gushing from her palm.

Then, I was slapped across the face. They all accused me of being cruel and bullying her.

But I hadn't done anything at all!

On December 25, 2016, Kellie was determined to celebrate Christmas and received a lot of gifts.

With the money I earned from my part-time job, I bought presents for my parents, my brother, and Kellie as well.

However, before I had the chance to give them out, the gifts ended up in the trash.

Holding Kellie close, my brother soothingly said, "Shh, it must have been a maid who brought this stuff in. How could such cheap junk be suitable for my beautiful and precious sister?"

When I went to retrieve them, Kellie exclaimed, "Oh my god, didn't Mom and Dad give you money? Why are you picking up trash!"

My brother then approached and told me to stop causing a scene.

On January 27, 2017, during a family gathering, my brother asked about my future plans, and I mentioned my aspiration to attend a reputable university.

He promised me a gift for that day.

However, after I received my acceptance letter, I fainted after drinking a glass of wine.

Upon waking up, I was terrified to find a crowd around me.

They claimed I had started the situation and threatened to distribute photos if I informed my brother.

Frightened and overwhelmed, I returned home only to be physically assaulted.

They accused me of being shameless and unfaithful.

Even my brother, who always vowed to protect me, looked at me with hurtful eyes.

I wanted to reveal the truth but was too scared...

February 14, 2017.

I saw Kellie kissing a photo of my brother.

She told me she loved him.

And she told me not to always cling to him.

Kyle was stunned for a long moment.

Reading the words, he saw only a girl starved for family affection, constantly pushed aside.

Even the brother she'd trusted as her sole refuge no longer protected her.

He couldn't understand—why had a girl so desperate for love become a reviled "bitch" in everyone's eyes?

A girl on the crew began to cry softly.

At this point, the curses in the live stream showed no signs of stopping.

"Could Amy really be in love with her own brother? Is that why she drugged him?"

"This is so messed up—her brother was kind to her, and this is what she tried to do?"

"No wonder she later went after Kellie. Was she jealous because her brother was with their adopted sister?"

"Absolutely disgusting!"

"Even if she was desperate for love, how could she do something so horrible?"

Once again, Kyle's comment section was inundated with abusive remarks.

The crystal ball in his hand started to spin wildly before suddenly breaking apart.

What was going on?

The group, who had been cursing just moments earlier, was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.

Kyle's expression grew intensely serious. While the others might not grasp the situation, he knew precisely what it signified.

The crew members swiftly became vigilant, scanning the area and adopting defensive positions.

"Everyone, please remain calm. Let's continue," he said as he reopened the diary to read.

Amidst the pages, there was a sense of hope for the future mixed with the fear of danger.

She was devastated that her brother always sided with Kellie.

Still, she attempted to forge a new path, even choosing to embrace love.

She penned in the diary about meeting a kind boy.

Kyle felt truly happy for her—at last, she no longer relied on the meager affection from her family.

She found someone who genuinely cared for her.

This happiness endured for a while, documenting the steadiness and joy in her relationship.

But eventually, the diary entries took a darker tone.

On June 18, 2018, I caught my boyfriend kissing Kellie.

When I confronted her, she insulted me, calling me a useless waste.

She said, "Whether it's your brother, your parents, or your boyfriend—they'll all choose me whenever I want."

A few days after that, my boyfriend ended things with me, accusing me of being a slut despite my virtuous facade.

Sitting in front of the TV, Adam frowned slightly and glanced at Kellie, questioning the diary's truthfulness.

He took pride in being fair, and his unwavering support for Kellie stemmed from the trouble Amy often caused.

This situation seemed like a tangled mess, possibly something Amy had concocted intentionally.

How could Kellie, who loved him so much, intentionally seduce another person's boyfriend?

On July 20, 2018, my brother and Kellie got engaged.

Although she was gracious toward me, she also made some odd and apologetic comments.

While taking a break to use the restroom, I ran into the five men from that night.

They demanded 200 thousand dollars, threatening to release photos if I didn't comply.

By August 3, 2018, I had been kidnapped for ten days, and high-quality photos of me had spread all over the internet.

My brother called to berate me, and my parents told me to leave the house.

Walking down the street, I felt as if everyone was mocking me.

I went to the police, but they had already erased all evidence.

When the offenders were finally caught, they claimed I had given my "consent."

On September 20, 2018, the doctor diagnosed me with severe depression, and I was expelled from school.

Things became even more nightmarish when Kellie confessed that she had orchestrated everything.

She claimed that destroying me was the only way she could feel completely at ease.

When I confronted her, she pretended to fall down the stairs, resulting in a pool of blood around her.

Her family rushed her to the hospital in a state of panic, and they turned on me, accusing me of being cruel.

"We ignored your petty jealous antics toward Kellie before, but now you've killed one of our own," they said, forcing me to kneel and apologize despite my protests of innocence.

When Kellie regained consciousness, she started crying and pleaded with me not to harm her child.

In a sudden move, she grabbed a fruit knife from my brother's hand and stabbed it into my mouth, slashing outward with a fierce expression.

All I could feel was a rush of blood, and I lost my ability to speak.

The diary concluded at this point.

Kellie, who had stepped out earlier to take a phone call, returned carrying a bag of takeout.

"Mom, Dad, please don't be upset. I ordered from your favorite restaurant."

Facing the camera, Kyle addressed the crew with a conflicted expression.

"If what's written in the diary is true, then..."

"Is it possible that she's actually innocent?"

"That would be so heartbreaking. It's just like that classic novel plot where the fake wealthy daughter frames the real one—a truly manipulative plan."

Listening to their discussion, a glimmer of hope sparked within me. Could there really be someone who believed me?

Adam sneered, "Do you honestly think anyone would buy into that weak evidence? I've dealt with Amy's lies myself."

"She might deceive others, but she can't deceive me."

With this thought, he decided to make a call to put an end to everything.

Just as he got up, Kyle's voice interrupted him.

December 18, 2018. I was driven out...

Kyle's brief words made Adam frown.

After a moment of shock, he left with a grim look.

Kyle noticed that what was once neat handwriting had turned crooked and chaotic as if the writer had fallen into a deep abyss.

He probably never imagined that in his quest for attention and to erase this "slut" completely, he would witness the shambles of my life.

Seeing the crack in the compass, Kyle let out a resigned sigh.

A girl went from being full of hope to being engulfed in despair.

All he could do was sigh, unable to say anything.

The viewers of the show remained oblivious to his sadness.

Only the cameraman acknowledged it, giving him a sympathetic shoulder pat and sighing deeply.

"Who even writes a diary these days? She must have left it behind just to shock us!"

"Exactly!"

"Kellie and Adam are the ideal pair—she's stunning, and he's gifted!"

"It sounds so pathetic, but how could Kellie ever do such a thing?"

Kyle paid them no mind and kept flipping through the diary.

May 20, 2019.

While dressed in a cartoon mascot outfit to hand out flyers, I saw my brother and Kellie kissing on the street.

Everyone commented on how perfect they looked together.

When I used to livestream with my roommate, my brother called it "performances for losers."

But when Kellie joined the entertainment world, he personally supported her.

My parents promoted her everywhere too.

Whenever they talked about me, they looked disgusted.

When I got home, I emptied all my pills.

May 30, 2019.

My ex approached me, wanting to reconcile. I declined, and he accused me of being ungrateful for rejecting his gesture of goodwill.

June 5, 2019.

My brother offered me money to help me go abroad, but I chose to ignore his offer.

June 20, 2019.

During a business trip, my brother got caught in a mudslide.

Coincidentally, I was working a part-time job nearby.

I borrowed a motorcycle and hurried to rescue him, managing to dig him out while he was still barely alive.

The diary concluded at this point.

"June 20th?"

"Wasn't that when Amy pushed Kellie down the stairs, causing her to lose another child?"

"Exactly."

"The hospital's surveillance footage clearly showed Amy pushing Kellie."

"Yes, it caused a huge uproar back then."

"I remember Adam was still in the emergency room that day, and when he woke up, he learned he'd lost another child."

"Right. After Adam was released, Amy even walked out of the hospital with him.

"Later on, it was rumored that Amy drugged Adam and attempted to assault him, which led to the family expelling her again."

"Afterward, Amy disappeared without a trace. Everyone speculated she was too ashamed to face anyone and had committed suicide."

"The question is. How could someone who supposedly committed suicide end up sealed inside a wall?"

"Who knows? Someone like her was capable of any despicable act!"

The comment section was in an uproar.

Yet, Kyle persisted in reading the diary.

He was certain that the situation was more complex than it appeared.

Determined, he decided to thoroughly search the Lombart's residence.

Finally, amidst the clinking noises, he stumbled upon a small box.

"Wow, that's why Kyle is the best—he can uncover things even in such concealed places."

"Is that a USB drive?"

Kyle retrieved a converter, connected it to the USB, and projected the video files onto a computer, instructing the backstage team to display and play them.

The studio fell silent immediately, everyone waiting for the footage to appear.

Naturally, my parents and brother in the living room were also watching.

The video began to play.

People finally saw Kellie from another perspective.