My husband and his first love died together for love, and dragged me into it too.
Then we were all transported into a horror game at the same time.
I made the little ghosts in the dungeons sing "Only Mom Is Good in the World" and was thriving, on the verge of clearing the game.
But that wretched couple angered the ghosts and shoved me, who had only been watching the show, straight into the room of the furious final boss.
A shadow in the black fog drew near. Its dangerous, chilling pressure made every hair on my body stand on end.
My neck tightened, and I struggled to breathe. Eyes red, I cursed, "Do you have a brain? Can't you tell you killed the wrong person?!"
Out of sight, the live comments exploded: "This woman showed up and immediately started acting like an evil spirit's mom, and now she's cursing the final boss, who kills without blinking?!"
