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    Marissa couldn’t help but reminisce about the tough days in the refugee camp in  Grainn. Those days felt like a lifetime ago.


    Food and water were always in short supply. Sometimes, they went two days without a meal. Marissa vividly remembered her adoptive brother, Kevin, who tirelessly searched for food every day.


    When they were lucky enough to find something, it felt like hitting the jackpot. Even the idea of a cup of coffee seemed like an impossible luxury.


    One day, out of nowhere, Kevin brought back a small packet of coffee powder.


    He had this excited, almost mischievous look as he showed it to her, “Rich people drink this stuff,” he said, practically glowing with pride. “I got lucky and found a packet on the road. And look, I even found a sugar cube!”


    Neither of them had ever tasted coffee before. They believed it was some kind of high-quality nutritional drink. With eager anticipation, they boiled some water and poured the coffee powder into a cup, watching it dissolve.


    The moment they each took a small sip, their faces twisted in unison at the unexpected bitterness.


    They’d expected something delicious and fancy, not this harsh, hard-to-swallow liquid.


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    Kevinughed. “No wonder rich people add milk and sugar to this stuff. It’s too bitter on its own. Luckily, I found a sugar cube too.”


    He was about to drop the whole sugar cube into the coffee when little Marissa stopped him with her tiny hand.


    “Kevin, let’s just use half the sugar cube. We can save the other half for tomorrow. This way, the coffee won’t be too bitter, and we’ll still have some sugar left.”


    “You’re right, Sarth. Let’s add just half,” Kevin agreed.


    He broke the sugar cube in half, put one half into the coffee, and tucked the other half into her pocket. “Eat it secretly tomorrow. Don’t let anyone know, or they’ll take it from you.”


    That day, they shared a single cup of coffee. Of course, Marissa ended up drinking most of it. Kevin imed it wasn’t for him and, after two sips, handed the rest to her, insisting she finish it.


    At the time, she naively thought Kevin really didn’t like coffee. She didn’t realize he was only trying to give her the best, even if it meant he’d go without anything.


    The day after their shared coffee adventure, men in suits arrived. They imed they had found Marissa’s biological parents and whisked her away. She never saw Kevin again after that.


    That half of a sugar cube Kevin had slipped into her pocket remained untouched, stashed away in a small wooden box to this day.


    When she grew up and started making serious money, she still had this quirky habit of only putting half a sugar cube in her coffee. It was her way of keeping her brother Kevin’s memory alive.


    So, seeing this Kevin, the leader of the Rasetsu Group, casually add half of a sugar cube to her coffee today, memories hit Marissa like a freight train. The image of her adoptive brother popped into her mind, and she remembered her old name, Sarth


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