Veins of Betrayal
Your decisions shape the darkness that unfolds in this twisted tale of power, obsession, and revenge. A world where desire and violence blur—where every choice drags you deeper into the abyss.I never meant to become this.
I believed in justice. I wore the badge. I followed the rules. Then they killed her in that alley, and the system looked away.
The file on my desk wasn’t there when I left. It’s open now. First page: a woman in a red coat, alive, laughing. Second page: the same woman in the rain, eyes open, throat cut, hands folded like a corpse on display.
I know her face. I know where she worked. I’m the one who killed her, and I want to do it again..
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A Son's Death: Nothing More Between Us
My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband arrives on the scene, but the first thing he does is carry his true love's son - the one who killed my son - into an ambulance. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do..." During my son's funeral, my husband roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" I look at the gaping hole in my son's head. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead. From now on, there's nothing between us.
No Job, No Money
Two years after we marry, my husband moves his sister and her family into our marital home. The four of them settle down and refuse to leave. So, I quit both my jobs. I laze around at home all day and splurge on various things. I have so many parcels delivered that they pile up by the door. Occasionally, I ask my husband and his sister for allowance. When the management office sends someone to chase for our maintenance fee, my husband breaks down so loudly that everyone in the building can hear him. He asks me whether I've lost my mind—who will support the family if I don't work? How will we survive without money? Am I going to allow our family to starve? So, it turns out he does know that we'll starve without anyone generating income. Why does he and his sister stay at home and plot to take away all my money, then?
Trapped in the Heat
In the scorching summer heat, a mother receives a chilling call from her five-year-old daughter: "Mom, help! Dad locked me in the car!" Racing against time and a husband who seems indifferent to their child's danger, Jessica embarks on a desperate search that uncovers long-buried secrets about her marriage and threatens to destroy everything she holds dear. As the temperature rises, so does the tension in this heart-stopping race to save her daughter before it's too late.
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