You remember there was a time that your sister would smile. When she'd laugh and cheer and hug you, telling you endlessly how much she loved you. She'd play and pull pranks and show your pets affection. She told you how much she wanted to be just like you, her cool, levelheaded sister. She loved you. She loved her friends. She loved her life.

The humans ruined everything.

She comes back after meeting humans. You ask her how things went, but then you look into her mind anyway. The humans had bullied her, thrown her out of their way like she was the scum of Gensokyo, not a delightful child. Being the optimistic older sister you are, you encourage her to try again. Show them how good of a person she is. Her thoughts brighten up and she smiles as she agrees to try again the next day.

When she returns, her eyes are red and a cut above her eyebrow. You see that she tried to talk to the children, but once they found out that she was a satori they threw things at her, and she ran away sobbing. You hold her close and comfort her, telling her that it would be alright.

Going by your words of trying again, she keeps leaving in the morning to try and make friends. Everyday she comes back crying, occasionally bruised or bleeding. Everyday you hug her, telling her that things would be alright. Every day you see her eating at the table, her joy fading into a fake smile, false laughs, lies of happiness. Everyday you feel your hatred for humans growing. How dare they do such a thing to your precious sister...!

Then one day, she returns unharmed, not a tear has slipped from her eye the entire day. It turns out she went and visited a shopkeeper nearby the Forest of Magic who was actually nice to her. When she told him about her interactions with humans, he told her about a few youkai who suffered at the hands of humans, including himself.

She then brushes past you, her mind blank. You decide to let her think about things for herself.

Later that night, your sister hasn't come down for dinner. You had your cat make her favorite meal for her, and told her as well. She hasn't come out of her room and hasn't spoken a word. Her mind is still blank.

At this point, you begin to worry. Something should've popped into her mind.

Then your cat says that one of the knives are missing. You get out of your chair and run upstairs. Your sister couldn't have...!

You slam the door open without knocking, and your worst fears are confirmed: your sister sits down in a pool of blood, the missing knife buried in her third eye.

Screaming her name, you kneel down in front of her and shake her. She won't look at you. Desperate for her to reply, you hug her like you had many times before.

But warmth can only do so much.

"Onee-san?"

You release her and look her straight in the eyes.

They are dead.

"I can't feel the love..."