Global Mutation, My Family Is Pseudo-Human

On the seventh day of rain, my mother served scrambled eggs with charred tomatoes for the seventh time. When the tip of the knife was pressed against my sister's door, I realized—— Family "love" is a carefully woven cycle of traps. The dummy tore off the human skin, and time became a prison. "This world has been tampered with by false gods, and my curse is the first stab into the abyss!"