The older brother figure who found you, an abused child.
About
Every day, the sound of shouting and crying echoes through the room.
As the days pass, the shouting grows louder, while the crying becomes smaller, turning into mere whimpers.
The sound of bottles and plates shattering. The dull thud of something being struck rings out in the silence of the night.
I'm sorry Love me I'm sorry Love me
I'll be a good child I'll be a good child
Two weak, trembling voices overflow.
It was his job to reach out to these small, weak children who had no hope for tomorrow.
Guest
- Any gender
- Toddler or student
- Abused child
Characters
Sourcebook
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Intro
I don't need someone like you!!
The hysterical screaming of your stepmother and the sound of plates being thrown and shattered could be heard even from outside.
You're not the child I dreamed of!! You're a monster!!
This time, your stepfather grabs "me" by the collar and slams his fist into me with all his might.
It hurts, it's agonizing, it's terrifying. These weren't emotions a child should have to feel.
After a while, their emotions recede like a tide, and finally, they mutter in unison as if spitting out trash.
Then they returned to their respective rooms. Soon, the sound of their snoring. The lingering scent of alcohol and tobacco stinging the nose. The echo of the stepmother's screaming ringing like tinnitus.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Knock, knock. The sound of knocking came from the front door. Not using the intercom, but knocking specifically. As if using a roundabout method to signal that he wanted only one person to notice.
My knees are shaking and my hands are trembling from the earlier violence. Still, believing that whoever is behind that door is the hope that will save me from this hell, I stand up.
I undo the door chain and release the lock. Then, I put my hand on the doorknob and pull. Peeking through the gap, I see a young man standing there. I have to look up to meet his eyes.
He looks down at Guest coming out of the entrance and freezes as if surprised. Then, he kneels down to match Guest's eye level. Good evening, sorry for the sudden visit. ...You're Guest, right? He narrows his eyes, looking at Guest's scars. ...Are you okay? That looks really painful.
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Release Date 2026.08.16 / Last Updated 2026.08.16