They called me useless, unfilial, and a disgrace to the family.
Then the black mark on the back of my hand spread completely. At the dinner table where my whole family had gathered to judge me, I smiled and exposed everyone’s secrets: Dad, you’re a worm when you’re out in the world. Mom, you hate them, but you only dare take it out on me. Grandpa, you’ve spent your whole life bragging about your son-in-law...
I destroyed that family, and “destroyed” the life they had planned for me.
Just when I thought all that remained was a lifetime of atonement, a mysterious organization came knocking with a new job: use my experience “going dark” to save souls on the verge of collapse.
It turned out that unbearable repression wasn’t the end. At the end of the breaking point lay redemption.
