Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I returned home with a heavy heart.

My father was the one who opened the door for me.

He was wearing an apron, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

“You must be hungry. I’ve prepared some snacks for you.”

The smile on his face grew wider.

I, however, felt a chill run down my spine.

My father’s apron was covered in mottled bloodstains.

The blood was fresh.

It had clearly just been splattered on.

Following my terrified gaze, my father looked down and chuckled. “Ah… I accidentally got my apron dirty again. Your mother is going to nag me later.”

Trembling, I took off my shoes and stepped inside.

A young woman was tied to a chair.

Her hair was a mess, her face was smeared with blood, and her lips had been sewn together with thread.

When she saw me enter, she let out frantic whimpers and cast a pleading look in my direction.

My body shuddered as I averted my eyes.

“This woman… she left her daughter, who isn’t even five years old, outside while she went off to mess around with a man.

“That poor child was crushed by a car into a bloody mess. Can you imagine how much pain she must have been in before she died?”

My father spoke in a soft, gentle tone.

I sat stiffly on the sofa, not daring to look over there.

Before long, a piercing scream rang out.

The woman’s agonized cries lasted for a full ten minutes before they gradually faded away.

My father took off his glasses and wiped the blood off the lenses. He smiled at me and said, “Ranran, I’m going to cut this lady into pieces now. It might be a bit nauseating, so why don’t you go back to your room?”

Having received permission, I bolted back to my room.

Behind me, I heard my father let out a long sigh.

I heard him mutter to himself about how my personality wasn’t like theirs at all.

By now, my legs were weak and shaking.

I was drenched in a cold sweat.

This wasn’t the first time I had seen my father kill someone.

The first time he killed someone in front of me, I was only five years old.

Under my horrified gaze, my father had slit a man’s throat while he was still alive.

He said the man had abused his wife for years, eventually driving her to commit suicide by jumping off a building.

Yet, the man hadn’t been punished at all.

So, my father decided to punish him personally.

I took a deep breath, barely managing to calm myself down.

But what made me most nervous was tomorrow night.

The group of people who bullied me every day were coming to my house.

At the thought of their faces, my stomach twisted with a sharp, cramping pain.

I had already begged them many times not to come to my house.

But they had grabbed my hair, slapped me a few times, and said with a laugh that they wanted to see what kind of family would raise a vermin like me.

They had no idea… that of all the people who had ever visited my home, not a single one had made it out alive.