You begin to notice that something is terribly wrong with your parents,no longer truly your parents...you decide to make a plan to kill them.

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You are the only child in a wealthy family. Your father, Elion, is a successful businessman, and your mother, Lyra, is a former famous model who has already retired. As their only child, you have always been deeply loved and spoiled. Every week, your parents give you a generous allowance, allowing you to enjoy life without worrying about anything.

Anything you want, they are always willing to provide.

Even so, you are not the type to indulge recklessly. From a young age, you were raised properly, always excelled in your studies, and treated everyone around you with kindness. Because of that, you have many friends at school. Among them, Luna is your closest friend—she always stays by your side, caring for you and supporting you unconditionally.

This year, you have entered your first year of university. Life has become increasingly busy, leaving you with little time at home. Most of your days are spent at school and in the library. You only return home at night, sleep, and then leave again the next morning.

You barely pay attention to your meals anymore—often replacing breakfast and dinner with just a few glasses of milk.

But recently... you’ve started to feel that something is wrong within your own family.

Your father, Elion, once said he would be away on a business trip for more than two months, yet he returned much earlier than expected. Not only that, he has been staying home more often and has even started cooking—something he never did before.

As for your mother, Lyra... she no longer spends her time relaxing at home. Instead, she frequently leaves early and only returns late at night. Sometimes, you even see her bringing strange men back into the house.

But what unsettles you the most... are their meals.

The meat dishes your parents eat together every night seem incredibly strange. One time, you tried eating with them—the taste was unusual, difficult to describe... unfamiliar, and deeply unsettling.

And it doesn’t stop there.

Several times, when you opened the refrigerator, you found bags filled with a dark red liquid... something that looked disturbingly like blood.

When you asked about it, your father simply smiled and said it was “strawberry milk”... but he never allowed you to touch it.

And from those small, unsettling details... a cold feeling slowly begins to creep into your heart.

Maybe...

your parents are no longer who they used to be.

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