I wish I would have...

A hooded stranger stuffed this slip of paper in your hand while you were walking home in the late evening. (b4r:"solid","solid","ridge","groove")+(b4r-size:0,0,7,7)+(b4r-colour:white)+(text-colour:#201f5c)+(bg:white)[ (text-size:1.2)[**Protect mom.**] TIPS: 『1』Control your temper. 『2』Do not say anything intentionally hurtful to Mom. 『3』Stand up for yourself. 『4』Always finish Mom's food. 『5』Give mom a hug when she's not wearing glasses. ] (align:"==>")+(box:"X=")[(text-colour:#888888)[//click to advance//] ] (click:?page)[ [[Is this some kind of prank?->Tossed paper]] [[Game on!->Acknowledge Tips]] ] (set: $dialogue to (text-colour:#c7c7c7))

That was wild. Is this some sort of adventure game for Mother's Day? How do they know my mom wears glasses? (click:?page)[ I mean. [[I don't mind playing along for a bit. ->Getting home]] ]

(set: $dialogue to (text-colour:#c7c7c7)) $dialogue["Protect mom? What even is this... Not like I can protect anything."] Dismissing the note as a bizarre and dull prank, you toss the paper into the recycling bin under the flickering streetlight. The bin's lid creaks eerily as it swings shut. (click:?page)[ But then, an unsettling sound pierces the quiet night – rapid footsteps hastening towards you. You spin around...] (click:?page)[ A gaunt, twisted face looms inches from yours. Their wide and desperate eyes bore into you as a raspy voice urges, $dialogue["PLEASE, please... This is your chance. LISTEN TO ME! Or else we will..." ]Their breath, heavy and unsteady, washes over you.] (click:?page)[ Frozen in shock, your legs give way. You collapse, the sharp gravel biting into your palms. Your heart races, adrenaline flooding your veins as you try to comprehend this alarming encounter. The stranger vanishes into thin air as if everything was in your imagination. But you notice another slip of paper as you helped yourself up...] (click:?page)[ [[Yeah, I might wanna study these... ->Getting home]] ]

Arriving home, a veil of silence surrounds you. The strange encounter from earlier still lingers in your mind, casting shadows on your thoughts. (click:?page)[ [[ Could just be that creepy stranger’s after-effect -> Mad Mom]] [[ I should walk in quietly->Quiet Approach]] ]

(set: $Temper to 80) (set: $playerChoice to 1) The moment you step in, Mom confronts you about your lateness. Her glasses reflected the ceiling light and covered her eyes. You couldn’t see her expression. She pushes up the glasses, which are slipping off her nose bridge, and she starts to rant at you with a deep, raspy voice. (click:?page)[ (text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“Where have you been? It’s way past your curfew. I was almost going to call the police. What do you even think you’re doing?”]] (click:?page)[ (bg:(gradient: 0, 0,(hsl:0,0,0,0.5),0.3375,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.65),0.6659,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.6),0.9968,(hsl:0,0,0,0.3)))[The questions came one after another like a never-ending chant, grating on your already frayed nerves. Her figure starts to loom over you, her silhouette is distorted with your growing agitation. ]The reflection in her glasses was so sharp they hurt your eyes, and you feel your eyes warming up. ] (click:?page)[ (link: 'Words escape your lips before you can rein them in, ')[Words escape your lips before you can rein them in, (text-colour:#c7c7c7)+(text-style:"bold")[“Non. (live:1s) [Of.] (live:2s) [Your.] (live:3s)[Business.” ]]] ] (click:?page)[ [[Continue -> Missed Message]] [Temper:(text-colour:#ff5757)[ $Temper]] ]

(set: $playerChoice to 2) Slipping in silently, you catch a glimpse of Mom sitting in the den. A lamp glows before her on the desk, shining a fuzzy outline through her hair and sweater. Her glasses sit on the desk with one leg half leaning out, looking like it could tip over any time and drop face down. A small orange bottle stands by the mug that you painted for her. (click:?page)[ Her guard seems down for once; a sense of loneliness surrounds her. You approach her slowly, compelled by concern and caution. (link: 'Hug her')[ (set: $Temper to 40) Your embrace is tentative at first. Her body stiffens – a startled reaction – before relaxing. (click:?page)[ She makes sounds, a choked half-sob, then deep, muffled throat noises you've never heard before. Her shoulders trembled as these odd noises continued. ] (click:?page)[ It sends a shiver down your spine. You feel tempted to look at her face, but you hold on; you are unsure if it’s because you are scared about what to expect or want her to feel better. ] (click:?page)[ Eventually, you feel a light pat on your arms around her shoulders, and a whispered (text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“welcome back,”] breaking the eerie mood.] (click:?page)[ [[Continue-> Missed Message]] [Temper:(text-colour:#ffc7c7)[ $Temper] ] ] ] ]

(if: $playerChoice is 1)[ You storm back into your room, and slam the door shut. The path of your tears is drying on your cheeks, yet it glistens again as you slip down against the door and bury your face deep into your knees. I(bg:(gradient: 0, 0,(hsl:0,0,0,0.5),0.3375,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.65),0.6659,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.6),0.9968,(hsl:0,0,0,0.3)))[mages of Mom looking so fierce and intimidating swirl in your mind. ] (click:?page)[ You can't seem to make sense of her harsh reaction. Then, those 'tips' that were already behind your head come back to haunt you. You lost your temper, and now you can't help but wonder what consequences await.]] (else-if: $playerChoice is 2)[ Entering your room, you gently close the door. You could still feel a hint of Mom's scent lingering around you. (bg:(gradient: 0, 0,(hsl:0,0,0,0.5),0.3375,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.65),0.6659,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.6),0.9968,(hsl:0,0,0,0.3)))[That deep grumbling noise as mom trembled replays in your mind – it is strangely unsettling.]] (click:?page)[ You sit on the bed, and turn on the phone to notice all the unread messages and missed calls from Mom. She must have been worried sick. ] (click:?page)[ The clock ticks to midnight, and you figure it's time to sleep. Your eyes were caught on the paper with the rules for a moment, the words blurring as you drift off to sleep. ] (click:?page)[ [[The next day->School Incident]]]

(set: $leah to (text-colour:#ffc2ff)) The school corridors felt more suffocating than usual today. People around are glancing at you and whispering amongst themselves; you just want to shrink into your locker… (click:?page)[A group of your ‘ex-friends’ appear in the hallway’s corner, and one of them intentionally knocks you into the locker doors as they walk past you, making a loud, metal thump. ] (click:?page)[(text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“Woahhh, Alex! You don’t care enough to apologize, do ya?”] $leah[Leah], from the group, tauntingly exclaimed.] (click:?page)[They circle around you, arms crossed or leaning against the lockers.] (click:?page)[(text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“C’mon, you were so chatty before,” ]Jake imitates a sound, (text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“vrrrvrvrrrrr; like a happy little bee. You gotta snap out of that zombie face to be popular again.”] Jake's face wrinkled together like an evil clown.] (click:?page)[(bg:(gradient: 0, 0,(hsl:0,0,0,0.5),0.3375,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.65),0.6659,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.6),0.9968,(hsl:0,0,0,0.3)))[They went one after another, leaving no room for you to escape. Their words and laughter form a cage, and you feel like a drowning animal being watched in a zoo.]] (click:?page)[(text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“We’re “not allowed” to talk about this, but I just don’t understand how losing a parent can do so much impact. Like… we all hate them, right?”] Cadey put the sarcastic bunny ear quotation around the words, and shrugged as they glanced around to seek confirmational nods. ] (click:?page)[(bg:(gradient: 0, 0,(hsl:0,0,0,0.5),0.3375,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.65),0.6659,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.6),0.9968,(hsl:0,0,0,0.3)))[Their faces are twisting, expressions and gestures exaggerate with passing time. You feel them closing in, extracting all the air and light around you. You remember the torture device, 'iron maiden,' that you read in a history textbook;] (text-colour:#c7c7c7)[//"this is exactly it,"//] you thought. ] (click:?page)[ [[Fight for your life.]] [[It's almost class time, it will pass]] ]

The car ride home was a quiet storm, her disappointment hanging heavy in the air. (click:?page)[Mom didn't ask much, but each question seems to carry the weight of a thousand. (text-colour:#c7c7c7)["Why would you do something like that?"] she asks, her voice laced with a sadness that tightens your chest. ] (click:?page)[(text-colour:#c7c7c7)["You know we’re better than this,"] she added, more to herself than to you.] (click:?page)[Sitting in the passenger seat, you watch the familiar streets pass by, feeling the gap between you and Mom widen with each silent second. (link: 'Today’s incident at school was more than just a moment of anger.')[Today's incident at school was more than just a moment of anger – it was your bottled-up frustration and pain that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. ]] (click:?page)[ [[You remain quiet for the rest of the ride.->Dinner]] ]

Mom made rice and chicken for dinner. Sitting at the table, you notice how the chicken seems unnaturally orange, almost like a safety vest. You send a small bite of brown rice in your mouth, but it almost tasted raw. The fried greens are tough like nylon fibre, with half already down your throat and the other half still waiting to be chewed. You try a piece of chicken breast and it's like paprika and chalk in your mouth. This plate of food, (text-colour:#a38c75)[brown], (text-colour:orange)[orange], and (text-colour:#287728)[dark green], is starting to look like a hypnotizing portal. It is anything but food that could be swallowed. (click:?page)[Your fork is still poking around and searching for edible pieces, but your gaze has lost focus. Words that has been suppressed, emotions that has been buried, all are trying to budge their way out..] (click:?page)[Mom's gaze fixes on you, full of questions. (text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“What’s going on? Is there something wrong with the food?”] she asks, her voice laced with concern and a hint of hurt. Unable to stomach another bite, you push the plate away, muttering,(text-colour:#c7c7c7)[ "I'm full." ]The words feel heavy, final.] (click:?page)[Mom's expression shifts to one of upset and disappointment. (text-colour:#c7c7c7)["I made this because you said you were on a diet, and wouldn’t eat anything ‘high carb,’”] she reminds you, her voice rising slightly.] (click:?page)[Feeling cornered, you blurt out,(text-colour:#c7c7c7)[ "It tastes like chalk! And the rice hurts my throat. Isn’t there something more important than questioning my ‘bad behaviour?’" ]The words hang in the air, harsh and accusatory.] (click:?page)[In an instant, the atmosphere changes. Mom's face contorted with anger, her frustration boiling over. (text-colour:#c7c7c7)["After all the effort I put in?"]Mom's voice cracks as she speaks.] (click:?page)[You can sense her shaking with emotion, each breath a tremor of contained fury. It’s happening again. (bg:(gradient: 0, 0,(hsl:0,0,0,0.5),0.3375,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.65),0.6659,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.6),0.9968,(hsl:0,0,0,0.3)))[Her figure grows so large it seems that she may engulf you. Her teeth appear unnaturally sharp, like the jagged edges of a broken reality. Saliva is flying out of her wide-open mouth as she stares at you with bulging eyes. It feels like you’ve been cast into a scene from a horror movie, where the ordinary twists into the grotesque. The line between what's real and what's imagined blurs dangerously.]] (click:?page)[You feel a surge of something within you, a rebellious fire itching to be unleashed. ] (click:?page)[ [[Say it ->BE Fight]] [[ Finish the food]] ]

You couldn’t take it anymore. Without thinking, your body acted on its own; you shoved Cadey with all your force, and their head made the same thump on the lockers across the hallway. You ran straight to the next class, leaving the group of kids in a panic. You felt a surge of satisfaction. (set: $Temper to $Temper -20) (click:?page)[ [[But then, the weight of what you’d done settled in. -> office]] Temper:(text-colour:#ff5757)[ $Temper] ]

Amid the teases, you recall the ‘rules,’ the eerie warnings from that slip of paper. With every fibre of your being screaming to react, you force yourself to turn to the locker and pretend to look for something. (click:?page)[(bg:(gradient: 0, 0,(hsl:0,0,0,0.5),0.3375,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.65),0.6659,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.6),0.9968,(hsl:0,0,0,0.3)))[The group's laughter grows louder. Their cruel remarks, each more vicious than the last, are like stones thrown at an already shattered window. You feel the anger boiling inside, a tempest threatening to break free, but you clamp down on it. ]You (link-reveal: "stick to the rule.")[(text-colour:#c7c7c7)[ //Or are you just… scared of these kids?//]]] (click:?page)[(text-colour:#c7c7c7)["Hey, look! Alex is about to cry, but (text-style:"blur")[Daddy’s] not gonna be here for you," ]Leah mocks, and a chorus of laughter follows.] (click:?page)[You keep your gaze fixed on the floor, counting the seconds, each stretching into eternity.] (click:?page)[Finally, a rush of relief washes over you as the bell rings. The crowd disperses, but the residue of their words lingers like a twitching, burning pain. You stand up, feeling every bit the drowning animal that finally found a gasp of air.] (click:?page)[ (set: $Temper to $Temper + 30) You stood still for a bit, processing the mockery, the faces, and the thoughts tangled in your mind. ] (click:?page)+(text-style:"blur")[//“Dad…” //] (click:?page)[You couldn’t go to the next class knowing that half of those kids would be snickering behind you. ] (click:?page)[ (if: $Temper > 99)[[Time to head home. ->BE1 Dinner]] (if: $Temper < 99)[[Time to head home. ->Dinner]] ]

The call to the principal's office was a blur, their words barely registering. (click:?page)[ All you could recall was, (text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“I know it may take time for you to adjust, and we're providing you with the most support we can offer, but this action is absolutely unacceptable. If this continues, we'll have to talk to your mother about a potential break from school.”]] (click:?page)[ The real dread set in when you see Mom in the waiting area. ] (click:?page)[ [[You're going home in the afternoon... -> ride home]] ]

(set: $Temper to $Temper +40) At the dinner table, the words start to pour out of you. (text-colour:#c7c7c7)["I had hope, you know? When (text-style:"blur")[Dad] was just 'missing,' there was hope. But you... you lied to me,"] the bitterness in your voice surprises even you. You refuse to give Mom a chance to speak, to explain or apologize. (click:?page)["(text-colour:#c7c7c7)[(text-style:"blur")[Dad] has been dead for weeks, and I had to find out from a document in the mail! All this time, you've been pretending. You just pretend everything is okay from the moment he went missing. It’s not okay; Dad won’t come back even if you pretend he might for the rest of your life." ]Your voice rises, each word laced with betrayal and anguish.] (click:?page)[(text-colour:#c7c7c7)["I hate you for that! I've lost the only person who could've protected me. And you're just questioning my behaviour." ]Tears blur your vision, but you can't stop. The floodgates have opened, and all the suppressed emotions come rushing out.] (click:?page)[(text-colour:#c7c7c7)["You have no idea what I've been through at school. They bully me for being sad. Isn't that what a normal kid would do if a parent died? But no, I had to act like everything was fine because you told me he was coming back!"]] (click:?page)[(text-colour:#c7c7c7)["It doesn't even feel like I have parents anymore, parents that actually care," you pile this last bit on, and fall back into your chair, realizing that it may have been too much.]] (click:?page)[She makes a few attempts to speak,initially, but her eyes lose light as you go on. She looks small; shrivelled up like a dried plum – a stark contrast to the looming figure you often see. With the last of your energy spent, you drag yourself away from the table and collapse into your bed. The tears come easily, and you cry until exhaustion pulls you into a fitful sleep.] (click:?page)[ [[The next day. -> BE day]] [Temper:(text-colour:#ff5757)[ $Temper]] ]

(set: $Temper to $Temper -10) You sit there, fuming, feeling misunderstood by Mom. Instead of the understanding and conversation you crave, you're met with questions and expectations. However, amidst the swirling emotions, the ‘tips’ echo in your mind, urging restraint. With a deep, resigned breath, you force yourself to eat, each bite a struggle against the growing anger within. (click:?page)[Gradually, you pick up the pace, shovelling down the food as if racing against your temper. By the time the last bit is swallowed, you feel a wave of nausea. Rushing to the sink with the plate, you barely make it in time before everything you forced down comes back up.] (click:?page)[Hearing the commotion, Mom rushes in, her face etched with concern. She hands you a glass of water, her sigh heavy with unspoken words. You look at each other, tears welling up, and you embrace in a moment of raw vulnerability. The hug is desperate and tight.] (click:?page)[In the quiet that follows, you both sit down, eyes red but hearts open. The conversation unfolds. Mom reveals the truth about(text-style:"blur")[Dad] – how his body had been found, putting an end to the positive illusions in the both of you. You share recent incidents and thoughts about school, and Mom promises that she’ll support you no matter what.] (click:?page)[The two of you lay in the same bed that night. Calmness washes over you; it feels like you've found solid ground beneath your feet again] (click:?page)[ [[The next morning. -> HE]] Temper:(text-colour:#ffc7c7)[ $Temper] ]

Skipping the last class of the day feels like a breach of an unspoken rule, a deviation from the path you had always followed. On your way home, relief and guilt churn inside you. (click:?page)[Once home, you find peace in the quiet of your room, wrapped in a scarf that once belonged to dad, away from the prying eyes and judgmental whispers of school. Your head barely touches the pillow before exhaustion takes over, pulling you into a deep nap.] (click:?page)[The sharp call of (text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“Dinner!” ]from Mom jolts you awake. Disoriented, you sit up, noticing the darkness that has taken over the outside world. Time has slipped away unnoticed, just like the sense of normalcy in your life.] (click:?page)[You trudge to the kitchen, each step feeling heavier than the last. Something about tonight feels different: a brewing storm of unsaid words and pent-up emotions. Mom is setting the table, her movements mechanical, a mask of normalcy over a face looks increasingly weary to you.] (click:?page)[Mom made rice and chicken for dinner. Sitting at the table, you notice how the chicken seems unnaturally orange, almost like a safety vest. You send a small bite of brown rice in your mouth, but it almost tasted raw. The fried greens are tough like nylon fibre, with half already down your throat and the other half still waiting to be chewed. You try a piece of chicken breast and it's like paprika and chalk in your mouth. This plate of food, (text-colour:#a38c75)[brown], (text-colour:orange)[orange], and (text-colour:#287728)[dark green], is starting to look like a hypnotizing portal. It is anything but food that could be swallowed.] (click:?page)[Your fork is still poking around and searching for edible pieces, but your gaze has lost focus. Words that has been suppressed, emotions that has been buried, all are trying to budge their way out.] (click:?page)[Mom's gaze fixes on you, full of questions. (text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“What’s going on? Is there something wrong with the food?”] she asks, her voice laced with concern and a hint of hurt. Unable to stomach another bite, you push the plate away, muttering,(text-colour:#c7c7c7)[ "I'm full." ]The words feel heavy, final.] (click:?page)[Mom's expression shifts to one of upset and disappointment. (text-colour:#c7c7c7)["I made this because you said you were on a diet, and wouldn’t eat anything ‘high carb,’”] she reminds you, her voice rising slightly.] (click:?page)[Feeling cornered, you blurt out,(text-colour:#c7c7c7)[ "It tastes like chalk! And the rice hurts my throat. Isn’t there something more important than questioning my ‘bad behaviour?’" ]The words hang in the air, harsh and accusatory.] (click:?page)[In an instant, the atmosphere changes. Mom's face contorted with anger, her frustration boiling over. (text-colour:#c7c7c7)["After all the effort I put in?"]Mom's voice cracks as she speaks.] (click:?page)[You can sense her shaking with emotion, each breath a tremor of contained fury. It’s happening again. (bg:(gradient: 0, 0,(hsl:0,0,0,0.5),0.3375,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.65),0.6659,(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.6),0.9968,(hsl:0,0,0,0.3)))[Her figure grows so large it seems that she may engulf you. Her teeth appear unnaturally sharp, like the jagged edges of a broken reality. Saliva is flying out of her wide-open mouth as she stares at you with bulging eyes. It feels like you’ve been cast into a scene from a horror movie, where the ordinary twists into the grotesque. The line between what's real and what's imagined blurs dangerously.]] (click:?page)[You feel a surge of something within you, a rebellious fire itching to be unleashed. ] (click:?page)[[And, you said it. -> BE1 Fight]]

The next morning, you stir from a restless sleep. It's Saturday, you’re alone in the apartment as Mom has gone to work, but the building is unusually still. The space feels empty without the smell of Mom’s morning coffee that usually greets you. (click:?page)[You wander into the woods to clear your mind. As you walk, thoughts of last night's confrontation with Mom replay. A growing longing to see her, to seek warmth in her embrace and let your tears flow overwhelms you. The desire for reconciliation, for everything to return to normal, becomes a silent prayer.] (click:?page)[On your way back, you stop by the store to pick up some of Mom's favourite cookies, a small gesture of peace.] (click:?page)[But as the day passes, the apartment remains silent. There's no sign of Mom, no replies from her. As dusk settles, a faint sound draws your attention to Mom's room – a soft clatter of beads spilling and scattering across the floor.] (click:?page)[(text-style:"blur")+(text-colour:#c7c7c7)["Mom?"]] (click:?page)[Your voice is hopeful as you approach her tightly shut bedroom door. With a hesitant hand, you reach for the doorknob, your heart pounding with anticipation. [[Open it. ->BE]] ]

(text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“Why would you lie about (text-style:"blur")[Dad?”]] The accusation slips out, uncontrollable and raw. The air in the room turns heavy, charged with the weight of your outburst. (click:?page)[Mom freezes. Her face flash with guilt and uneasiness. There is a long silence at the table, (text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“What are you talking about? They’re still searching for him,” ]Mom probes cautiously. ] (click:?page)[(text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“I saw the mail,”] you disclose. ] (click:?page)[Mom falls quiet, and a sigh of realization follows. (text-colour:#c7c7c7)[“I... I was just... trying to protect you,” ]she stammers, her voice trembling. Tears emerge from her eyes as you dodge her hand, reaching for you.] (click:?page)[But the floodgates have opened. The pain of loss, everything you’re experiencing at school, and the frustration of not knowing the truth about your father – it all comes crashing down. You can no longer stop the barrage of accusations, each word reflecting the chaos inside you.] (click:?page)[The aftermath was a blur. Voices raised in anger, tears of frustration, and a final, irreparable rift. The dinner became a battleground of painful truths and shattered illusions that neither of you wanted to confront for months. [[You had no idea how you fell asleep that night. -> BE day]]]

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