Chapter 24: In the attic


    I stepped back in shock, unsure of how to react to what Doday had just admitted. I couldn''t believe


    that she, too, was a victim. Her tear-filled eyes were fixed on me, pleading for understanding and


    comfort.


    I embraced her, offering the only sce I could provide in that moment.


    "I want to expose him, Lyka... I nned to report him to Miss Linda and Madam, but then I


    overheard them discussing how Madam would simply offer money to those who had suffered at his


    hands. I don''t even want to call him ''Sir''! He doesn''t deserve any respect! He''s a monster!" Doday


    cried out, and I held her tighter, feeling her pain seeping through.


    I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart as Doday poured out her anguish. Her pain


    resonated deeply within me because I, too, carried the weight of Kiro''s despicable actions. The


    anger and disgust I felt towards him at first consumed me. I wanted justice, to expose him for the


    monster he was. My initial instinct was to report him to the police, to ensure he faced the


    consequences of his actions, too. Especially during those times….


    Tears streamed down my face as I held onto Doday, knowing that she understood the depth of my


    despair. The pain of remembering the moment I entered his room, the fear and confusion that


    engulfed me, haunted my thoughts.


    "Shhh... Don''t cry, Doday," I whispered softly, my words offering littlefort but still filled with


    empathy.


    "He almost took away what mattered most to me, Lyka... He fucking molested me! Thankfully, I


    managed to escape his room... His touch was repulsive! I can still feel it, how he vited me," she


    trembled as she recounted her experience.


    I allowed her to release her emotions, understanding the weight she had been carrying.


    "During my time here in the mansion, I''ve changed... I''ve be someone different, hiding behind


    a mask of smiles andughter to hide the disgust inside me," Doday confessed. Her words made


    me think back to her smiles,ughter, and trademark phrase ‘oh my gosh’. I had believed it was


    genuine, but now I realized it was forced.


    As Doday regained herposure, she held my shoulders, looking into my eyes, searching for


    truth or deception.


    "So when I asked you yesterday if something else happened after the kiss, Lyka... Was there


    anything else? Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?" she stammered, her voice filled with


    concern. Doday''s hands held onto my shoulders with a firm grip, showing how genuinely concerned


    she was for my well-being. Her eyes searched mine, filled with worry and care. She wanted to make


    sure that nothing bad had happened to me.


    I could feel the strength and support in her touch, reassuring me that she was there for me. Her


    voice trembled as she asked, "Are you okay, Lyka? Did he do anything to you? Is there anything


    else?"


    I took a moment to gather my thoughts, grateful for her concern. With a shaky voice, "Doday... I also


    have something to admit..." I murmured, lowering my head onto her shoulder. I needed to share my


    secret with someone, to ease the burden I was carrying. This was what I needed during that time.


    This was the hug I needed, the person to talkt to that I needed.


    Before I could say anything, she tightly embraced me, already knowing what I was about to reveal.


    We both sobbed, finding sce in each other''s pain. At that moment, we were united.


    "That''s what I''ve been saying! He''s a monster, Lyka! When did you enter his room?" she demanded.


    I nodded and shook my head in response to her question, overwhelmed by a mix of relief and


    heaviness in my chest. I couldn''t fully understand my own emotions.


    At first, I saw Kiro as a demon, consumed by his own desires and causing harm to others. His


    actions left me feeling vited and angry, unable to see beyond the pain he had inflicted. But as I


    learned about his condition, the illness that held him captive and robbed him of control, my


    perspective shifted.


    Then, realization hit me hard. Kiro was not a monster reveling in his wickedness; he was a ve to


    his own illness. He couldn''t control himself, couldn''t fight against the relentless urges that gued


    him. At that moment, my anger transformed into pity.


    I saw him differently now, not as a demon but as someone trapped in a never-ending battle with his


    own mind and body. It was as if he was at the mercy of a force beyond his control, a prisoner within


    his own skin. The weight of his affliction became apparent, and I couldn''t help but feel a sense of


    erase the scars we carried.


    Doday took a deep breath, finally understanding my perspective. "Alright, if that''s what you want,"


    she conceded.


    We stayed in the attic, talking and drying our tears, before finally leaving its confines. Our hearts


    may have been heavy, but we knew that we would face whatevery ahead together.