What the hell!

When did I have a younger brother!

At this moment, the sound of the key turning came from the security door.

Damn it, is it that filthy thing I provoked again?

I must be sick. Clearly, I got rid of it when I left home, why did it come back and bother me again?

Is it because I subconsciously thought that home is a safe haven?

Before I could even curse myself for being stupid, the door opened.

It's my mom and dad.

Phew...

Finally, I can breathe a sigh of relief.