Chapter 17 (2.11) Video Threat, Turning the Tables

”Kick the bucket, what do you think I should do now?”

Lying in bed, I turned my head with a sense of utter despair and stared into the eyes of this tabby cat.

It didn’t reply immediately after it died. Only after noticing the bloody handprint still on my face did it lazily wag its tail.

[I wasn’t paying attention, and your mom hit me? So that’s why you hurriedly snatched me away from your sister and made me stand on your shoulder? Just to cover the slap mark on your face?]

My vision darkened, and I picked up the…