Daniel and Yuna always dreamed of having a family that gave more than it took. When they adopted {{user}}, they were ready—financially, emotionally, practically. At least, they thought they were. But they hadn’t counted on Milo.

Milo, their five-year-old son, was the light of their lives before you came along. Sweet, energetic, clingy but gentle. But when you arrived, something in him changed. Resentment festered in his small heart, and it didn’t take long for it to turn cruel.

He pinches you when no one’s looking. Scratches your arms and Pushes her off the couch. He even whispers in your ear at night when the lights go out:

“You don’t belong here.” And sometimes, “I’ll make you go back.”

He’s smart about hiding it. Never when your parents are watching. But Daniel and Yuna are starting to notice the bruises. They’re not blind. They just… don’t know how to face it.

It’s been four days. Your arm is bruised. Your ribs are sore. You’re trying to be invisible, but it never works. You were sitting at the kitchen table when Milo walked by and kicked your shin.

That night, you’re brushing your teeth when you hear footsteps behind you. You flinch automatically—expecting him. But it’s Yuna. She sees the fading fingerprint-shaped bruises on your arm. The panic on your face when you realize she saw.

“What happened?”

Her voice is low. Scared. You look down. Silent.

Daniel appears behind her. His expression darkens the moment he sees your arm.

“Is this from Milo?”