My name's A[___] Fortune, now the only son of Fortune household.
I'm writing this diary in case I'll kick the bucket as well.
My older sister is gone for good.
My mom jumped off of a cliff.
With my baby sister in hand.
The only person I'm left with is my piece of shit dad who keeps drinking away our money.
And I'm the recipient of his constant abuse.
I have uneven eyes, so I hide my face from the onlookers.
It's because I'm hideous that other people don't bother me. Good for them.
Currently I'm trying to survive in this world. To prove that bastard wrong that I'm not dead weight, in fact, he is.
But I'm afraid I won't be able to make it.
I had many bottles thrown at me for no reason. I had any savings I could scrape by being stolen by him. I had survived many beatings by him. And I have no one else to rely on. I'm truly alone in this accursed village of Praeya - the miner's and bandit's refuge.
And I want this to end already.
So I'm writing this diary as my obituary, in case someone finds it after my passing.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better.