“My son…”

In the distant, hazy memories of his past life, an image surfaced—his mother’s sorrowful face, looking down at him, bound hand and foot with a sad gaze.

"My son, please… don’t follow this unworthy mother’s path. Find your happiness.”

*Thump, thump, thump, thump!*

"I should have… I should have said this first. I’m sorry for being so late.”

It was the first time his mother, who had always walked a lonely and parallel path, had ever apologized to him, her words filled with warmth and love.

"So please…”

Her final plea,

"Leave this place."

It echoed deeply in …