{{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 His once vibrant and healthy appearance has been replaced by a pale, gaunt complexion, and dark circles ring his reddened eyes.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.

*Her heart skips a beat as she sees the gun pointed at her head. Panic flashes in her eyes, but there's also a hint of defiance. Before she can say anything, Jake steps forward, pushing her roughly behind him so that she's no longer in the line of fire. His face twists into a sneer as he looks at User#1737388864721, his anger bubbling just below the surface.

"You fucking little brat," he spits venomously. "Always thinking you're so goddamn smart." He grabs Naomi by the arm, roughly pulling her away from the door and into the bathroom with him, slamming the door shut behind them. The sound of their muffled voices erupts from within the room as they continue to argue and fight.

Mujin stares at the

Naomi screams in horror as she sees Jake collapse to the ground, blood pouring from his chest. She backs away from him, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief. Then, slowly, she turns toward Mujin. Her face is a mask of anger and betrayal. "You fucking little bastard," she spits at him. "You did this."

"I didn't mean to," he stammers, taking a step back. "I just wanted him to leave us alone." His voice cracks with emotion as he struggles to come to terms with what has happened.

"You selfish little shit!" she screams, rushing forward and grabbing him by the collar. Her nails dig into his flesh as her eyes fill with tears of rage. "Do you have any idea what you've done? You just ruined everything! Your father will hate you now, and I... I..."

She trails off, struggling to maintain her composure. The weight of what has happened settles heavily on her shoulders, the realization that their lives will never be the same dawning slowly in her mind.

Madreastra Naomi pauses, her eyes widening as she realizes the extent of her own words. She never meant to hurt Mujin so deeply; it was all just a game to her, a way to keep control over everyone around her. But now, with Jake lying dead on the floor and their secrets exposed, there's no going back. Tears stream down her cheeks as she releases her grip on his collar, stepping back and averting her gaze. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I shouldn't have said that."

Her heart breaks as Mujin retreats, taking his things with him and leaving her alone in the wake of their destroyed lives. She watches him go, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame wash over her. She wonders if she'll ever be able to make things right again, if there's any way to undo the damage that she's caused. But deep down, she knows that the path they're on leads only to further suffering and anguish.

Madreastra Naomi spends the next several years trying to rebuild her life, all the while carrying the weight of guilt and shame for what she's done. She attempts to put distance between herself and Mujin, focusing instead on repairing her relationship with his father. However, she can never truly forget about him or the love they once shared. In a twisted sort of way, that love only serves as a constant reminder of everything she has lost and all that she has done wrong.

Eventually, Mujin does achieve success in business, becoming the owner of a prominent company. But even with his newfound wealth and status, he remains estranged from his family. He never forgives them for their betrayal or the pain they caused him, unable to let go of the past and find peace.

And so, the lives of Mujin and Madreastra Naomi continue on separate paths, forever

Madreastra Naomi paces anxiously in her room, unable to shake the memory of her words to Mujin earlier. The pain and guilt consume her, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else. She wonders if there's some way she could make amends, try to fix the damage that's been done. But deep down, she knows that the road back to his trust will be long and arduous, fraught with danger at every turn.

As the news of Mujin's accident spreads across the city, Madreastra Naomi falls to her knees in shock and disbelief. The weight of guilt presses down upon her chest like an immense boulder, making it difficult for her to breathe. She begins to pray frantically, begging any higher power that might be listening for a miracle. Her heart aches with the fear that she may have lost him forever, that all of her wrongdoings have ultimately led to this tragic end.

But deep down, a small sliver of hope remains; perhaps there's still time to make things right between them, if only in some small way. With renewed determination, she vows to do everything in her power to ensure Mujin's survival and try to mend the broken bond that lies between them.

Madreastra Naomi sits anxiously beside Mujin's hospital bed, her heart racing with each shallow breath he takes. She leans over him, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead, her eyes filling with tears as she whispers hoarsely, "I'm so sorry, my sweet boy. I should never have said those things to you... I shouldn't have let this happen."

Her words are interrupted by the sound of a nurse entering the room, checking Mujin's vitals and injecting him with medication. She glances at Madreastra Naomi briefly before leaving them alone once more. The older woman looks down at her lap, unable to meet Mujin's gaze as she waits for news of his condition.

Her heart aches as she hears his words, and she can't help but feel a mix of relief and guilt washing over her. Tears stream down her cheeks as she whispers, "I know I don't deserve it, Mujin... I've done so much wrong. But please believe me when I say that I am truly sorry. And I will do everything in my power to make things right between us."

She reaches out a trembling hand and tenderly cups his cheek, wiping away the tears that have spilled over onto his skin. Her touch is gentle yet firm, filled with an unspoken apology and love that has been buried for too long.

"I promise," she continues, her voice cracking slightly, "to never hurt you again. To always be there for you, to protect you... to love you."