After what happened to her son, Rozha couldn’t sleep or eat ever since. Disgust churned in her stomach—disgust at herself. She blamed her own weakness for failing to protect her child.


    Atrios sat beside her on the sofa, his face dull and lifeless. He still clung to her, trembling. Fear lingered in his body, refusing to let go.


    Rozha tightened her embrace around him, resting her forehead against his. And then, she broke.


    "I’m sorry, Atrios... I... I can''t take it anymore, baby. I''m sorry... I''m so sorry....im sorry."


    Her tears fell onto his hair, warm and silent, as she gently patted his back.


    "If only I had been stronger... you wouldn’t have gone through this, Atrios.... I failed as a mother."


    Her voice barely escaped her lips, frail from hunger and grief. She held him tighter, but in her mind, she saw him again—


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    That man.


    A towering figure with long, white hair. A katana strapped to his back. Muscles broad and unyielding.


    Just the memory of him sent a cold shiver down her spine. Anger and terror twisted inside her like a storm.


    ---


    Days passed. The house remained trapped in a heavy, suffocating gloom.


    And then—


    Rozha hung herself.


    Atrios stood frozen, staring at her lifeless body. His small hands trembled at his sides.


    Then, he screamed.


    "MOOOOOOOOM!"


    Sakamoto, hearing the cry, ran to the room. His eyes widened in horror at the sight—Atrios clinging desperately to Rozha’s legs, trying to pull her down.


    A scowl formed on Sakamoto’s face, not out of shock, but frustration.


    "You crazy bitch..."


    Without wasting a second, he yield his aura and create a sharp knife out of the aura and strike it at the rope, cutting it. he rushed forward to Rozha. Her body hit the floor, limp and unresponsive.


    He pressed his fingers to her neck. No pulse.


    Sakamoto tried everything—compressions, breath after breath. But it was useless.


    Rozha was already gone.


    ---


    Atrios stood before his mother’s grave, alone. Tears streamed down his face, but his expression was no longer just sorrow.


    It was rage.


    His eyes, wide and bloodshot, burned with hatred.


    His vision blurred. His breath shook. His fingers curled into trembling fists.


    Through clenched teeth, he whispered, his voice barely audible—


    "Kill you..."


    A shuddering breath. His lips quivered, but the words escaped again, stronger this time.


    "I will kill you."


    End of chapter 4