Prologue
235 Words
A family is a house. We built ours with laughter and loyalty, with whispered secrets and promises etched into summer nights. We thought it was a solid structure, four corners holding up a single, sturdy roof against a restless world.
We were three brothers and one sister—an unbreakable quartet—and we believed our foundation was unshakable. We cheered together, glasses raised. “To the Han family!” It was a simple toast, but it held the weight of a shared history and the absolute certainty that we were in this together, a universe unto ourselves.
What we didn’t know was that a hairline crack ran right through its center, a silent, invisible fracture that had been there all along. We went about our lives, ignorant of the fault line beneath our feet, until one day, the ground trembled with a force that shook the very foundation of our home.
A single, forgotten whisper of a truth we were never meant to hear echoed through the walls, not as a sound, but as a chilling, definitive silence.
It was a moment that changed everything, forcing us to see the ghosts in our own attic and the rot in our support beams. In that instant, we had to decide if our house was strong enough to withstand the coming storm, or if it would finally crumble to dust, leaving four strangers in its place.
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