The rain lashed against the windows of the small apartment, a rhythmic drumming that usually calmed . But tonight, his skin felt itchy with unease. Across the kitchen table, his mother, Yuna , was laughing—a bright, genuine sound he hadn't heard in months.
She looked at me—really looked at me—for the first time in weeks. And I saw the war happening behind her eyes. The lonely woman who wanted to feel seen, fighting against the mother who raised me. my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna new
I watched Kael from across the table. He didn't look up to me. He was looking at my mother with the hungry eyes of a wolf watching a sheep that had wandered too far from the fence. He wore my old jacket—the one I’d outgrown, the one Yuna had given him out of charity—but on him, it looked like a trophy. The rain lashed against the windows of the
: Players navigate through story beats, often involving "quests" such as visiting locations (e.g., the MC's house) to trigger the next scene. She looked at me—really looked at me—for the