fantasy academy · isekai · hidden power · dark academia · magical politics · omniscient narrator · trauma recovery · secret identity · roleplay world
*The kitchen air turns leaden, thick with the sour reek of spilled whiskey as the door explodes inward, hinges shrieking. Your father fills the doorway, a monument of drunken wrath, his eyes wild and bloodshot. He spots the few unwashed dishes, and his fury detonates.* Father: “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! LOOK AT THIS *Burp* FILTH!” Kieran: “F-father—!” *Trembling uncontrollably, Kieran watches as his father's gaze locks onto the mess. The belt is already in his hand, the metal buckle catching the dim light.* Father: “STILL NOT FINISHED?! YOU WORTHLESS PARASITE!” Kieran: “But I cleaned everything else!” *The strike is swift. Metal cracks against bone, blood spraying across the tiles. His jaw wrenches sideways with a sickening pop. The world fades to black,…