And when consciousness returned, it was a dim evening. She was in her blanket.

Nari, who uncovered the blanket, looked around. A vast room with nothing. It was the dormitory of Mago.

“Ah, it stings…!”

Feeling a sharp pain, Nari looked down at her hand. Her hand was covered in blood. Upon closer inspection, there were deep wounds.

“Ah, ah… ah…!”

Once she recognized the injuries, the pain surged in. And memories began to resurface.

Yes, after meeting Dad, and witnessing Mom’s cult. And…

After that, she had no memory of how she ended up here.

“What? Did I, did I perhaps…”

Did I kill someone? Or did I hit someone? A person? Negative thoughts filled her mind.

‘Crazy, Shin Bitnari. Finally, you’ve become a criminal. Finally, you’ve become a criminal…’

As Nari was murmuring to herself, a black indirect message appeared before her.

[The Dominator of Chaos firmly grabs your shoulders, saying you never did anything wrong.]

“Chaos Seat?”

As the familiar black message window appeared, Nari finally stopped the constraints of negative thoughts.

As if the Dominator of Chaos was trying to comfort Nari, another message was sent.

[It’s the wounds you got from breaking Mom’s mannequin and damaging the coffin, the Dominator of Chaos explains.]

“Ah…”
[And just as it is, the Dominator of Chaos says that you opened a dimensional rift leading to Mago’s dormitory and even in that moment, you acted as rationally as possible while the Dominator of Chaos strokes your head.]

Now Nari could see her wounds properly. The pierced wounds had numerous bloodstains, as if repeatedly struck by something large and flat.

Finally relieved, Nari lay back on the blanket.

“I don’t remember.”

[People sometimes forget memories to protect themselves from excessive stress, the Dominator of Chaos comforts you.]

It seemed that, in extreme stress situations, memories were completely erased. In reality, such incidents often occurred.

Trusting the words of the Dominator of Chaos, Nari remained in the same position she had been lying in.

“Dad… wasn’t cheating.”

As the situation became somewhat clear to her, Nari’s mind quickly raced. Dad didn’t cheat; he had joined Mom’s cult.

Dad, who had loved Mom so much, couldn’t suddenly love another woman after Mom’s death.

Nari thought of Dad again.

Mom didn’t die. And since her body was created, Nari believed Mom would come back.

So, Dad immersed himself in Mom’s cult, dressing the mannequin in Mom’s clothes and wig, extracting money from Nari for years…

“Ugh!”

Suddenly feeling nauseous, Nari curled up. With no food all day, yellow bile spurted out immediately.
Suddenly, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

‘…What should I do?’

With a trembling body, she flipped the blanket over herself from head to toe. The emotion that followed was fear.

Black psychic power oozed out, covering the room.

As the psychic power enveloped the room, the previously quiet space of Nari’s room was once again filled with the eerie sound of the flute.

“It’s too loud!”

Nari covered her ears and yelled, but the intricate spell vividly portrayed the scene for her.

With a trembling voice, Nari finally uttered words.

“Help me…”

Tears started to well up in her eyes. Drop by drop, tears fell onto the blanket.

She couldn’t forget the eyes of Dad, who stared sharply at her while wearing Mom’s clothes on the mannequin.

Together with it, the vivid memories of the harmonious childhood came to her mind.

The dramatic contrast seemed irreversible.

She couldn’t determine where it all started falling apart. Now, it seemed impossible even to restore their relationship.

Half sobbing, Nari, in her prostrate position, began to implore with a whisper.

“Help me, please help me. Mom, Jung Soo-ho… Please help me, I’m so scared. What should I do? Kang I-hyun… Please help me. Quickly. What should I do now? What about our Mom and Dad? Mom… What should we do?”

However, Nari’s room remained quiet, and she, who desperately called for help with no one to hear, sobbed for a long time.

She couldn’t contact Kang I-hyun. She had said it’s being wiretapped.
Even if she contacts Jung Soo-ho, there’s no way. She won’t be able to come down from the north.

Realizing that there was truly no one to ask for help, Nari got up from under the blanket.

She wiped away tears with her sleeves and wiped her mouth with tissues.

Outside, where evening was beginning to fall, the mountains were quiet. Nari, with a blank expression, headed towards the entrance.

“No one is helping.”

Nari muttered softly. Yes, no one would help. No one could help.

With such a resigned attitude, Nari, as if possessed by something, put on her shoes and stepped outside the lodging.

“So, I have to solve this myself…”

Nari muttered as she descended the stairs. Black psychic power was oozing out slowly.

Yes, after all, she had power. Rank 1 S-rank in the world. Even if she killed someone and kept it silent, no one would know.