After my father passed away, my mother raised me all on her own. When she remarried, I was genuinely happy to see her joyful talking about Tabyuchi—he was kind, wealthy, and seemed perfect. But something about him felt off. Every time I saw him, a strange uneasiness stirred deep inside my chest. His gaze felt unnerving, as if he already knew everything about me, carrying a restless, unsettling aura. Little by little, my relationship with him began to shake the very core of my being.