My name is Eve Collins. My parents, Aaron Collins and Dianna Collins, along with my sister Kate Collins, were traveling by the sea when a tsunami struck, and all three of them perished.
Leaving only me, about to start college, with a massive debt.
The tuition I worked so hard to save, along with the house Aaron and Dianna left behind, were all taken by creditors. Helpless, I was forced to work in a factory.
Working 16 hours a day, living in a rundown dorm with 10 people, eating the simplest and cheapest meals, living like a machine.
I finally paid off the debt, only to accidentally see on TV that Kate, who was supposed to be dead, had become a famous dancer, and Aaron and Dianna even shared their thoughts.
It turned out they took out a huge loan, faked their deaths, and ran off to Paris with Kate to pursue her dance dreams, leaving all the debt to me, who was just about to start college.
I went to confront them, but was thrown out and got hit by a speeding truck, dying on the roadside.
Before my consciousness faded, I heard Aaron curse, "Eve is so annoying, can’t even die somewhere far away."
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day they faked their deaths.
