Dead Soul Exorcist

22 | Bitter Reality

That night, Dravon was filled with fear. He ran through the dark night like a demon pursued him. Why would the orphanage do such a thing to him? Dravon felt a real pain in his shoulders.

He remembered running so far, desperately, until his pursuers were no longer visible or audible. Yet, Dravon found himself trapped in the residence of nobility.

Lightning suddenly struck, and a cold wind chilled Dravon's shivering body. Nervously, he approached the manor gate and was about to press the doorbell. However, he witnessed an unsettling scene he shouldn't have seen— a father slapping his son so hard. Even though the son retaliated with furious screams, Dravon trembled instantly. He stepped back until his back hit the wall behind him. In an instant, everything he had ever experienced resurfaced.

Unconsciously, Dravon crouched down, hiding his face between his arms. Whispering prayers, uttering mantras. Anything that could save him from all of this.

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"Dravon!"

Dravon opened his eyes in sur