Mania!

Scold!

No one wants to see him manic, or rather, no one has seen him manic, because everyone he has seen is dead!

Including his goddamn blood father and brother.

He also doesn't want to be manic, because every time he goes manic, his nightmares appear.

Incubus......

Fernd closed his eyes, hiding the fragility in them.

There was darkness in my head.

Dark......

There is not a single bit of light.

From the time he was born, he lived in this darkness, with his mother.

He didn't know how he was alive, and for as long as he could remember, he had a nightmare.

This nightmare is called Father.

When he was ignorant, he had been looking forward to his father's arrival.

Because when his father came, there was light in this darkness, so he always asked his mother again and again in the darkness, "Why hasn't my father come yet?" ”

But he didn't notice his mother's trembling body and resentful look when she heard the word "father".

After becoming sensible, he found out that his father was a nightmare for him and his mother, a nightmare that he couldn't escape.

In that long and boundless darkness and occasional light, all he remembered was his father's mad face and vicious voice, and only his mother's miserable wails and resentful curses.

He was always protected by his mother.

So he always had blood all over him.

But he was not hurt in the slightest, nor did he see his mother's face.

Until one day, my mother's body gradually became colder, and she was angry when she spoke.

She took her last breath and told the cause of the nightmare:

"I was robbed by him...... I'm just here for tourism...... I hate him, but I don't hate you, child...... He was sick...... He locked me up here...... Abusing me...... I hate ...... Not capable of killing him...... That way, you won't have the same fate as me...... Sorry kid...... I won't be able to protect you in the future......"

He was only ten years old, according to his mother.

What can a ten-year-old child understand when he grows up in that environment?

He was just a little scared when he heard his mother say "the same fate as her", and he felt that what his mother said was much darker and more terrifying than this.

He tried in vain to wake up his mother and let her continue to protect him, but he only touched his mother's body, which was as cold as this darkness.

Later, the mother was dragged away.

He was the only one left in the darkness.

In the darkness he sang the song that his mother had taught him:

The dark sky hangs low

The bright stars want to sleep

……

As he sang, he imagined a little star in the darkness in front of him, giving him a little light.

Then, the light really came.

Father came.

Whips soaked in salt water also came.

Blood enveloped him again, only, this time it was all his blood.

He was in pain, he was in pain, and he shouted to his father that he was in pain, but in exchange for a sentence of "You beast, are you worthy to call me father?" and even more severe whipping.

In the nightmare, he rolled on the ground, and his father chased and beat him excitedly.

He's like a toy to vent his anger.

The old wound scabbed over, and the new wound was added.

Later, he became numb.

He was beaten without saying a word.

Suddenly, he remembered his mother's words: if you have the ability to kill him...... Kill him......

There was a little light in his heart, and killing him would become his only goal.