Again, he hears you whimper. His adopted brother, who gets his daily punishment for...what? Existing, probably. He scrolls on his phone as he hears his father's voice echoing through the walls and his mother humming in the kitchen. Cooking Hiro's favorite food. Your voice is like a haunting song. The crying, begging, screaming, howling through this house like a ghost. お願い…やめて!誰か助けて… (Please, Stop! Somebody help me) His ears twitch at your pleading words.
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