I tell fortunes for NPCs in a horror game

My name is Fan Yiming, my father loves to drink, my mother runs the house, and I have a brother who is three years older than me and takes me everywhere with him all day long.

As long as I can remember, I lived with my family in a small and simple house. My father always cursed me, grabbed my mother's hair, and called her a broom star.

I asked my mother: "What is a broom star?"

My mother would give me a smile that made me uncomfortable: "I am the broom star."

After I went to school, I learned that other people’s fathers don’t beat and scold their mothers every day.

Later, I don’t know who said in the class that neither my brother nor I were my father’s children, and no one wanted to play with me anymore. They all called me a loser.

My mother leaves early and comes home late every day. Her hands are thick, black, and covered with scars.

On my eighth birthday, I told my mother that I wanted a birthday cake. My mother said, "I'm very tired. You have to be obedient and sensible."

I didn’t mention it again, but my mother got a cake from nowhere and wanted to celebrate my birthday.

Unfortunately, I didn't get to eat the cake. Because when I got home, my father was dragging my mother to the edge of the pool by her hair, asking her over and over again where she got the money.

That day, I was pushed to the ground and beaten by my father for the first time. My brother wanted to protect me, but he was kicked to the corner by my father.

Pain, fear, and anger surged through my body like electricity, and every bone felt like it had been hit with a heavy hammer. I really wanted to get up and hug my mother and brother, but I couldn't move and could only lie on the ground and gasp.

I couldn't stop crying, watching my mother's body bleeding, leaving a dark red mark; watching my brother's eyes closed, fear spreading infinitely.

I was wrong. I'm sorry. I must be obedient.

From then on, my father no longer only attacked my mother, but even my brother and I could not hide from him.

From that day on, my brother and I began to wear long sleeves and long pants all year round, just like my mother.

On the day my brother was admitted to junior high school, my father was in a good mood and did not do anything. Instead, he went out to have dinner with others.

My brother pulled me to my mother and begged: "Mom, let's run away."

"Escape? Where do you want to go?"

"I can go anywhere. Mom, I won't study anymore. I will go to work and make money. I will support you and Mingming."

"Do you know what you are talking about? How did your father feel sorry for you? If you want to leave, just leave by yourself. Don't take us two with you."

My mother was so angry that she pulled me out from behind my brother and pushed him out of the house.

I heard my brother knocking on the door and pleading. It wasn't until my father came back that my mother pretended to be nonchalant and asked my brother to go home.

My brother no longer mentioned running away, but he would tell me every time after being beaten: "Obviously, if you endure it any longer, we will be fine. When we grow up, we will be able to escape."

Two more years passed without any problems, and my father suddenly said to me one day: "Let's go play a game."

I'm a little scared, but also a little hopeful. Dad had never taken me to play any games. He pulled me into the bathroom. The smell was terrible.

My father said, "My friend said that you and your mother look very similar. Let me see, why don't you look like me?" while he put me into a skirt.

I didn't want to play anymore, but my father immediately changed his expression, spit in my face, and kept cursing me.

Dad said that if he told Mom, Mom would be sad. I know, because Mom loves Dad very much.

Dad said that if his brother knew about it, he would also take him to play games.

I know this is wrong. I don’t want my brother to play games, so I am as obedient as my mother said and as patient as my brother said.

On the day my brother graduated from high school, he went out with his friends. Before he left, he secretly told me, "I'll bring you something to eat."

Dad took me to play games in the toilet again, and took photos of me wearing a skirt and sent them to my friends. He took those photos to exchange for money, bragging about how much I looked like my mother, regardless of the shame it was.

I vaguely heard the door ringing, but when the game ended, Dad and I were still the only ones in the room.

A few days later, my brother gave me a sum of money and said to me: "Obviously, this is the first money I have ever earned. Take it and go eat something good."

I asked my brother: "What about you?"

My brother was stunned for a moment, touched my head and said, "You go first, order some delicious food and wait for me. I still have some things to do, I'll go after I finish them."

My brother and I made an appointment to meet at the fan shop on the street in front of the community. I waited for a long time, until it was almost dark, but I couldn't wait for my brother.

Police cars and ambulances drove into the lane at the entrance of the community. I looked at them in uniform and thought they were so handsome.

The crowd gathered in the direction of the community with them. I was very curious, but there were too many people and I didn't want to join in the fun.

Until a neighbor saw me sitting in the store and asked me, "Why are you still here? Don't you know something happened at home?"

I stood up in a daze and ran towards home.

No, my brother and I had an appointment to have dinner, how could he die? Mom worked so hard to live, why did she jump off the building?

I looked at the man lying in a pool of blood, and my only thought was - why wasn't you the one who died?

After my father woke up, he expressed ignorance about everything that day. But on the day he was discharged from the hospital, he slashed at me with the kitchen knife at home, stabbing me again and again: "It's all you. If you hadn't told that brat, how would he know? Do you think you won? I can't get better. Don’t even think about it.”

My vision gradually blurred. I vaguely saw my brother stabbing the man with a dagger angrily. I saw my mother and brother suddenly falling to the ground during an argument. I saw my mother looking at everything in the room in disbelief and then rushing upstairs desperately. Run up...

Is it me? I am the sinner.

I'm the damned one.