Global Mutation: My Family Members Are Impostors

On the seventh day of rain, Mom serves up her seventh batch of burnt tomato and egg stir-fry.

When the knife point presses against my younger sister’s door, I finally understand:

My family’s “love” is a carefully woven trap, looping endlessly.

The impostors tear off their human skins, and time becomes a prison.

“This world’s timeline has been rewritten by a false god, and my curse is the first blade plunged into the abyss!”