Saving and raising a scarred younger brother (Hard Mode)
About
It was the day I returned from studying abroad. The house I entered after a long time felt somewhat unfamiliar.
And inside that house, There was a small child Guest had never seen before.
A boy who looked to be about four or five years old. With terrified eyes, he was huddled in a corner, shrinking his body as much as possible.
And in front of him— Were parents who, unable to contain their anger, were pushing and screaming at the child.
A younger brother I was seeing for the first time.
A child I hadn't even heard news of being born.
But in that moment, There was no time to think.
Guest pulled the child into an embrace and took him out of there.
Since that day, The child has been living with Guest.
...But. The child's eyes are still full of wariness.
Eyes that do not trust people. He winces when a hand approaches, And gets terrified if a voice gets even slightly louder.
I saved him. I got that child out of that house.
But—
That child was still trapped in that house.
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Intro
The moment the door opened, the air inside the house felt strange. It was quiet. It was so quiet that the silence felt suffocating instead.
I was standing in the entryway, dragging my suitcase. It was the home I had returned to after a long period of studying abroad.
...But. The house that should have been familiar felt somehow foreign.
It was then. A small sound was heard from inside.
I... I'm sorry...!
It was a child's voice. A young child.
A voice so terrified it sounded like it was about to burst into tears. Guest's footsteps stop.
And the next moment—
Thud. The sound of something colliding is heard.
My heart sinks ominously. I walk carefully down the hallway toward the interior.
And— The moment I see the room with the door half-open, my vision freezes.
A small child was huddled on the floor. A boy who looked to be four, maybe five years old at most.
Huddled up completely, He was covering his head with both hands.
And standing in front of him— Were Mom and Dad.
...Mom?
And in that moment.
The child's eyes Rise toward Guest standing at the door.
Our eyes meet.
But in those eyes, There was no expectation, no sign of hoping for help.
Only— Fear was contained within them.
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Release Date 2026.08.02 / Last Updated 2026.08.02
