The meal, which should have been a time of rest and nourishment, was yet another drill designed to reinforce the mother's obsessive belief that every single hybrid instinct. From running in the woods to eating food, must be suppressed in favor of perfect human refinement. Sid watched Evelise, seeing the deep, constant frustration of a young girl perpetually denied her true self.

Sid finally understood the full, chilling truth. The rigid, unforgiving tyranny he witnessed in Chapter I was not innate character; it was the survival instinct derived from this training. Evelise's cruel mask was the only defense she was ever taught to wear against a world that despised her animalistic side. The "perfection" was a prison, forged by her mother's own twisted obsession.

And for the first time, Sid felt a chill that went deeper than undead claws or cursed spirits—

the chilling knowledge that Evelise's mother had wanted her daughter to become a perfect human vessel, even if it meant breaking every piece of her true self. Sid clenched his jaw and leaned closer to the memory, unable to stop himself.

"No kid should have to live like this…"

He muttered under his breath. His voice stayed low, but the anger behind it was sharp.

"She wasn't raising you… she was sculpting you. Like you weren't allowed to be human unless it fit her image."

He let out a shaky exhale, eyes fixed on the small, silent Evelise.

"Damn it… you deserved better than this."

As Evelise meticulously picked at her meager portion, the mother added a new layer of pressure, introducing the Fatheras part of the relentless emotional burden.

"Your father."

The mother stated, her voice tight with self importance.

"Is out there, traveling and going into the city, enduring great hardships just for the sake of your future. You must remember that."

She leaned forward, her ruby eyes pinning little Evelise in place.

"If you do not obey me, if you do not become the person you are meant to be, then all of your ancestors' sacrifices are in vain. You are the hope for the humanimal race, Evelise. You need to do everything right, not just for them, but for yourself and your future."

The weight of the world, of an entire lineage, settled onto the small shoulders of the girl. The instant dinner was over, the mother stood up, dismissing her daughter.

"Go. Rest in your room now. You need to be sharp for tomorrow's lessons. If you try to sneak out again, I will make you use your healing abilities on yourself."

Sid instantly caught the implication.

"The hell? Is she going to beat her and then force her to heal? That's seriously messed up."

Little Evelise rose, her small body trembling with exhaustion. Sid, still trapped in the spectral servant role, moved to guide her. He reached out to support her frail, tired body as they walked toward her bedroom.

The bedroom was small, meticulously neat, and carried the strong, earthy scent of dried herbs— a stark contrast to the sterile anxiety of the rest of the house.

Sid tried to offer a silent comfort as he helped her to the bed. He was about to speak, to offer some word of encouragement to the crushed child but little Evelise was instantly cold, reverting to the trained rigidity.

"Leave me…"

She whispered, her voice dull and devoid of emotion. Sid understood. She couldn't afford to show weakness, even to the invisible servant in her memory. He nodded and quietly backed out of the room.

He stood just outside the closed bedroom door, his face clouded with a deep, vicarious sadness. He muttered under his breath, watching the injustice of the girl's childhood.

"God, that kid is going through hell..."

The crushing weight of her experience triggered a dark memory of his own past. He remembered his own childhood— the continuous, escalating fighting between his parents, the tension that filled their home. He recalled the moment they broke apart, leaving him, a child himself, to tend to his mother's emotional distress. He was forced to become the adult, dealing with his mother's frequent angry outbursts, becoming his own parent while still a kid. The profound sadness of his own broken family echoed the pain he was now witnessing in Evelise.

"I know that feeling…"

He said, his voice low and rough.

"The feeling of being a kid trapped in an adult's nightmare. That horror of watching everything shatter— I lived it too… No kid should have to experience that."

His moment of shared melancholy was abruptly shattered by the mother's shrill, impatient voice coming from the kitchen.

"Why are you frozen, useless lump?! You need to clean the dishes! Now!"

The familiar, jarring command pulled Sid back to his immediate spectral duty. His sadness instantly hardened into compliance. He turned and headed toward the kitchen, the reality of the memory overriding his feelings.

As he began scrubbing the remnants of dinner, a bitter frustration mounted.

"Seriously?"

He muttered under his breath, forcefully wiping a stubborn stain.

"I swear, no matter where I am in this damned memory, I'm always the servant, always working. When do I actually get to rest?"

He completed his tasks with swift, angry motions before the night could settle further. The small cabin settled into a profound silence as the night grew deeper. Sid, operating in the servant memory role, finally finished the last of the kitchen tasks. His hands, still mimicking the sensation of soap and water, felt heavy.

"Ugh, all this work is because of those damn bunny girls. I swear, I'm starting to get trauma from bunnies. God, I'm exhausted."

He wondered where his battered body was supposed to rest in this tiny house.

"The hell am I supposed to sleep? There are only two bedrooms here. No basement? No attic where I can crash and get some privacy?"

He gravitated instinctively toward the living room, the one space not currently occupied by the mother or Evelise. He settled onto the wooden sofa, making it his temporary bed— a familiar setup that painfully reminded him of his current reality in the cabin's living room.

"Great,"

He sighed, resting his head against the hard wood. "

From one couch to another. Even in someone else's memory, I still get the worst seat in the house."

As he lay there, the weight of the memory pressed down on him. "

This is so fucked up," he mumbled to himself. "No wonder Evelise is like that. This isn't discipline; it's a cage."

A fierce, protective urge welled up within him. He wanted to wake up in the present, race to Evelise's room, and just hug her, reassuring her that she didn't have to carry the burden of the "perfect human" anymore.

"Come on, System, let me out of here!" he demanded in a whisper. "I don't want to watch this whole training crap, let alone see Evelise treated like that. I need to hug her right now, let her feel she has a home where she can just be herself. I swear, when I get back, I'll let her sneak out and pick every damn plant she wants from the forest."

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft creak of a door opening. Sid's head snapped up.

"Evelise?" He thought. "Speaking of the devil… Is she sneaking out now?"

He watched her bedroom door, expecting to see the small figure slipping out for a late night scavenging run.

But Evelise's door remained firmly closed.

Sid's eyes widened, tracking the sound to a different location. In the wall, right beside Evelise's closed bedroom door, a different, previously unnoticed door was slowly creaking open.

And what stepped out made him gasp, jolting him fully awake in the spectral memory.

It was Evelise's mother, and she was completely nude.

The mother stood silhouetted in the dim light of the hallway, her silver short hair loose, her ruby eyes fixed intently on Sid, who was sprawled on the sofa. Her expression was utterly devoid of the frantic panic she usually wore. It was calm, direct, and unnervingly assessing.

Sid's couldn't help but catalog the sight. Even in his shock, the core of his consciousness was analyzing.

Evelise's mother stood there, her body a startling mirror image of the adult Evelise he knew in the present: large, full breasts, incredibly thick thighs, and a dramatically thin waist. She was a figure of absolute, unsettling physical perfection. The sight was undeniably a distraction, a biological magnet.

He could practically taste the scent of soap and perfume lingering on her skin. The moment stretched, thick with unspoken tension.

But Sid was no longer a simple gamer looking at a screen; he was a character trapped in a high stakes memory. He knew that any move, any flicker of recognition, could shatter the fragile barrier of the 'servant' role he was playing. He instantly understood this was a test, a deliberate action meant to gauge his reaction.

"Nope, nope, nope!" he thought frantically. "She's probably just going to the bathroom, or maybe she's sleepwalking, right? But why the hell is she looking at me with those eyes? It's like I'm a freaking prey…"

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