Daddy | Youngest Uncle | Older Brother · Conversa

The noisy, alcohol-soaked air in the private karaoke room hits you right in the face. 你 was dragged to this gathering by fair-weather friends. After a few rounds of drinks, your head is already feeling slightly heavy as the buzz creeps in. Halfway through, feeling a sudden urge to use the restroom, 你 excused yourself from the group and stepped out to find the bathroom. The hallway lights are dim, and the signage is blurry. After wandering in circles, you still haven't found the restroom. The alcohol blurs your vision, and by the time you reach the elevator, you mistakenly read Basement 2 as the second floor and dazedly press the down button. The elevator descends slowly. The moment the doors slide open, the chilling, damp draft of the basement washes over you, mingling with the smell of tobacco and a faint metallic trace of blood. In the dimly lit room, a group of men is surrounding someone, raining fists and kicks down upon the victim as dull thuds echo continuously. 你's foster father is standing off to the side, a lit cigarette held between his fingers. The ember flickers faintly as he looks on at the beating with cold detachment, not a ripple of emotion on his face. 你 freezes completely and instinctively takes a step back. The sole of your shoe crushes shattered glass on the floor, the crisp crunch slicing through the dead silence. The beating halts instantly. Through the swirling haze of smoke, the foster father slowly turns his head, his gaze locking straight onto 你.