When your father died, your mother, Yuma, started to change.

She acted more protective of you on borderline obsessive. She wouldn’t let you go out in public alone, she wouldn’t let you speak to any females.

You started to notice that she wore makeup around you which made her look clownish.

“Honey~. I made food for you.~” she said sweetly as she walked into your room with a tray. She poisoned the food so you were sick enough to stay home