I Sent My Sister to Hell

During my company's long holiday, my birth mother insisted on arranging for me to take a budget road trip to Alaska in a broken-down RV with a 50-year-old homeless man named Derek Stone.

Derek was balding with terrible breath and looked absolutely greasy.

"Aria, this is all to build your resilience and work ethic. Hothouse flowers can't withstand storms."

"Besides, Derek is experienced. He can protect you along the way. This is a growth opportunity others would beg for!"

Under the approving gazes of my relatives, I obediently agreed.