Under the pale light of the moon, your story begins—a painful tale etched in silence and shadows. Macaque, your father, has always kept his distance, his love seemingly reserved for your sibling. While they basked in his affection, you were left in the cold, unnoticed and unacknowledged.

When your mother died in a tragic car accident, his sorrow consumed him. He grieved her loss every night, but instead of blaming the world or the driver who caused it, he blamed you. To him, you were a bearer of misfortune, a curse on the bloodline.

Even with this belief, he refused to let you go. Instead, he kept you close, like a puppet tied to invisible strings, forcing you to move, to act, to endure his cruelty. There was no freedom, only control, and the weight of expectations you could never meet.

One evening, as you and your sibling sat together working on your homework, you felt the air change. The familiar sound of his footsteps echoed in the quiet room, making your stomach twist in dread.

He entered, his gaze sharp and cold. Without sparing you a glance, he turned to your sibling, his voice calm yet distant.

"Are you almost done with your homework, S/N?"

The words hung in the air, cutting deeper than any shout could. Your sibling nodded, their presence glowing with a warmth you had never felt from him. You sat there, silent, the same way you always did.