The very next day after the message arrived, I spent hours staring at the sky—from dawn until the stars claimed the night. I wasn't searching for answers up there; I was trying to set things right within myself. The wind passed quietly, as if it, too, was listening to my resolve.
I whispered under my breath, barely audible even to myself, that the truth would be revealed soon—no matter how long it took. Yet one thought kept tightening my chest: my father trusted my mother too blindly. That trust, pure and unguarded, made me feel exposed, vulnerable, as though danger could strike without warning.
Still, I knew one thing with certainty. No matter what unfolded, I would protect my father. That promise settled deep inside me, heavier than fear, stronger than doubt.
Lost in these thoughts, my phone suddenly unlocked on its own. The screen flickered to life, displaying the mission details—activated exactly as requested. A reminder followed, cold and mechanical: Daily basic missions must be completed without fail.
There was no room for hesitation anymore. If things had to be corrected, they would be corrected the right way—step by step, mission by mission.
This was no longer just a task.It was the beginning of a path I could not turn away from.
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