What is this!

When did I get a younger brother!

At this moment, the sound of keys 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 believe that home is a safe haven?

Before I had a chance to curse myself for being foolish, the door opened.

It's my mom and dad.

Ah...

Finally, I can breathe a sigh of relief.