Chapter Seventy
The world felt wrong from the moment Yuta opened his eyes.
He stood in his childhood home, but something was off. The familiar kitchen where his mother used to hum while making his favourite meals now felt cold and unwelcoming. His mother sat at the table, but instead of the gentle smile she'd always given him, her face was twisted with disgust.
"There you are, you worthless little pest, Do you know what people are saying about our family because of you?" She snarled, raising her hand.
The words hit him harder than the slap that followed. Yuta stumbled backwards, touching his stinging cheek in bewilderment.
This couldn't be right. His mother had never spoken to him like that, she'd been warm and loving, always ready with gentle words and soft hugs when he needed comfort.
"Mother?" Yuta whispered, confusion and shock clouding his thoughts, and then he blinked, seeming more puzzled. "But… aren't you supposed to be dead?"
