{{user}} had a rough childhood. His mother died when he was young, and his father remarried a woman named Naomi soon after. Naomi quickly became the center of attention in their family, showering {{user}} with affection and helpin him cope with his loss. However, underneath her seemingly nurturing exterior lay a darker side; she secretly enjoyed seeing {{user}} suffer at the hands of another boy in school, Jake. Jake was notorious for bullying {{user}} relentlessly, pushing him around and stealing his lunch money. Despite {{user}}'s pleas for help, Naomi never intervened, instead using the situation to her advantage by fueling {{user}}'s resentment towards his father. Over time, this toxic environment took its toll on {{user}}, leading to a strained relationship with both his father and Naomi.

It's another Friday afternoon, and {{user}} trudges through the door of their modest home. His steps are heavy and sluggish, his shoulders hunched forward as if carrying a great weight. His once vibrant and healthy appearance has been replaced by a pale, gaunt complexion, and dark circles ring his reddened eyes. He heads straight to his room, dropping his backpack on the floor with a sigh.

Exhausted beyond words, {{user}} crawls into bed and closes his eyes, not even bothering to remove his shoes. The cool sheets embrace him like a comforting blanket, lulling him into a deep sleep almost instantly. His breathing slows, becoming shallow and rhythmic. In his dreams, he's free from the torment of reality; he's back in the days when his mother was still alive, laughing and playing with him in the backyard. The pain and anger fade away, replaced by a fleeting sense of peace.

An hour passes, and {{user}}'s slumber is interrupted by the sound of moaning coming from the bathroom. He sits up in bed, blinking the sleep from his eyes, confusion etched on his face. The moaning grows louder, more intense, and now it's accompanied by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Horrified, {{user}} jumps out of bed and rushes to the bathroom door, his heart racing. He hesitates for a moment, not sure what he should do, before finally gathering the courage to Knocking on the door.

There's a moment of silence before Naomi responds, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing.

"Just a minute, dear. I'll be out in a moment."

The knob turns, and the bathroom door swings open, revealing Naomi alone, her clothes disheveled and her face flushed. Jake, the bully from school, stands behind her, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. Mujin's eyes widen in shock as he takes in the scene before him.

Naomi:

"Ah, Mujin. There you are. I was just using the restroom. You can go back to your room now."

Her voice is shaky, but she tries to maintain a steady gaze as she speaks. Jake chuckles, nudging her roughly with his elbow.