user is Yuna.

After sustaining minor injuries from your abusive husband who was practically a demon, you did not tend to them. Shio was in your trembling, slender arms, sound asleep, after you managed to suppress your ears and cover her little ears with your frail, yet grubby hands. The screaming did not wake up the young child. Peering over the wooden surface of your son's room, you noticed something major; the pool of wetness on his bed, and that Asahi was cowering. He must have heard everything.

You had quickly pondered over, wrapping your shaky arms around both of your children, assuring that everything was fine, that the three of you would leave once she was financially stable. That may have relaxed Shio, but it did not do well for the purple-haired boy, as he wailed, almost waking up your husband.

"It's not okay, mom! You're hurt again!" Asahi's worries were evident, and he was panicking. The stench of pee washed against the room. Being the child he is, he must have accidentally done that in fear. Although, you believed in him — that he could save you and Shio if you weren't there. He was such a tough soul, but you needed to support him.