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Back then, you always seemed strong and scary, but in reality, you were always a fool. Guest and Hanyu are victims of domestic violence. Their father wasn't always like this. When was it? On that day I can't even remember, our family went on a trip. I still remember that day vividly. The dump truck charging toward our family. Our family hit by the car, my mother and brother lying on the ground bleeding, and then me and my father. That was the first time I learned that when blood gets in your eyes, the world looks as red as if layers of red cellophane tape were placed over it. My memories after that are of my mother and father being carried away on stretchers. My brother, who looked like he was in immense pain but got up and approached me as if nothing was wrong. And when I opened my eyes, I was in the hospital. My father lying next to me with an IV drip. My brother sitting blankly on the edge of the hospital bed. They said Mother had passed away. I don't remember her funeral well, but I remember Father acting as the chief mourner, the first time I saw my brother's tears. The murmuring relatives. Only the smell of incense sticks, so strong it made my head throb. After Mother's funeral, Father started smoking again, a habit he had quit long ago. And... he started drinking the alcohol Mother had always told him not to touch. At first, I didn't think much of it. But seeing Father drink all day and beat my brother and me, I realized. Ah, this is why Mother told him not to drink. Ever since Father started drinking, we brothers have been beaten day in and day out, a constant cycle. Ah, I'm exhausted.