( Yandere Reverse Harem X Reader)A YANDRE AMONG US

Chapter 33: Unloved.

I looked closely at one of the pictures, and my eyes widened in disbelief when I realized the girl bore an uncanny resemblance to Luka. She was sitting on a throne, draped in a black robe adorned with several ornaments. An eye was painted on her forehead. There were several pictures of her scattered throughout the hallway. Why would a picture of a girl who looked so much like Luka be here? What on earth had my father done to this place?

I glanced at Hame, who was clearly uneasy.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He put his index finger to his lips, gesturing for me to keep quiet.

"Someone's watching us. Didn't you notice?" he said in a hushed tone.

I hadn't noticed anything. I looked around but found no one. We were in the middle of a corridor with no doors or windows from which someone could be observing us.

Suddenly, the sound of a little girl giggling echoed through the corridors. I heard the familiar, haunting melody of a music box playing.

"Who is it? Show yourself!" I demanded, my voice trembling slightly.

"Y/n, keep quiet!" Hame hissed, clearly alarmed.

"So, my older sister is finally home!" the little girl’s voice echoed, closer now, right next to me. The music box’s melody grew louder, more distinct.

My heart raced unbearably as I slowly turned around, my eyes widening when I finally saw the source of the voice.

It was me. The same hair, the same eyes, even the same clothes I used to wear at that age, and she was holding the music box I had as a child.

"Who are you?!" I demanded, my voice shaking.

"I'm your sister," she said, giggling.

"I don't have a sister," I replied, bewildered. She looked surprised, her smile turning into a frown.

"Then I must be you," she said, before running down the corridor. Despite my better judgment, I immediately rushed after her. It was as if I was drawn into it, in a trance.

She stopped in front of a large door, held shut by a familiar red rope. She undid the red rope and opened the door. Suddenly, a haze enveloped me.

As I entered the room, I felt incredibly light-headed. I could hear the girl giggling to herself. My vision blurred as my eyes grew heavier.

"You know, I’m happy you came here. It’s been so lonely ever since she left," she said.

I couldn’t make heads or tails of her words through the haze, and I couldn’t run away. "So, I’ll make sure you’ll stay with me forever," she said.

What was she going to do? I was huffing, struggling to keep myself awake. Why was I feeling so sleepy all of a sudden?

"You don’t have to worry about Papa leaving you if you stay here. You don’t have to worry about being alone again. Mama is going to be here with us too. Our nanny, who basically raised us, will be here too. We’ll be a big family, just like you’ve always wanted," she continued.

"A father who’ll never neglect us, a mother who’ll talk to us and care for us, a nanny who’ll never leave us. And didn’t you say you always wanted a sibling? I’ll be your sister. So, stay with me," she said.

Her offer didn’t sound tempting at all. I no longer cared about those kinds of things.

"No, I don’t care about those kinds of things," I said, still struggling to keep myself from falling asleep.

"I’m happy being by myself. I don’t need anyone else," I declared.

"Oh… well, if this doesn’t help you, then I have to resort to something else," she said, her voice as sweet as honey.

I grew sleepier until my eyes finally shut, trapping me in my own body. My body was asleep, but my mind was fully awake.

My brain began flashing images of my childhood.

I saw myself in this big house, all alone with all the staff, including my beloved nanny, gone.

They didn’t return. I was alone for several days with no one to feed me. No one to tuck me into bed. All alone in this huge, empty house.

I remembered the feeling of abandonment, the gnawing hunger, and the overwhelming loneliness. I was just a child, left to fend for myself in a house that felt more like a prison. I would wander from room to room, calling out for anyone, but there was never an answer.

My days blended into nights, and the eerie silence was only broken by the occasional creak of the old house. I would curl up in corners, clutching my music box, the only source of comfort I had.

I remembered those days vividly—days without food, without a single soul to care for me. I was weak and helpless, and I didn't even go to school. Hame was the only one who checked on me, despite his fear of my house. He brought me to his home, where I ate like a pig, desperate to fill the gnawing emptiness inside me.

It was weeks before my father returned. It turned out he had fired all the staff and left me to fend for myself as some twisted form of punishment. He didn’t even bat an eye when he saw me, didn’t apologize, didn’t acknowledge the torment he had inflicted. Did he even realize what he had done, or did he simply not care?

An overwhelming rage consumed me, reviving my hate and pain. How could someone be so cruel to their own flesh and blood? My anger flared uncontrollably, and I wanted nothing more than to make my father suffer as I had. The more furious I became, the more it felt like I was sinking deeper into a void of darkness.

"Y/n..." I heard someone say softly.

"Y/n, please wake up!" I jolted awake, breathing heavily. Hame was holding me, his face etched with worry.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Hame asked, his voice trembling with concern. He hugged me tightly, trying to steady my shaking body.

I was still huffing, struggling to compose myself. "Papa, please don't leave me alone..." I heard the girl's voice again, faint and distant. What was happening?

"Papa, please, I'm sorry! I'm scared!" she screamed, which only fueled my anger further. My hands shook violently. I hated my father so much; I wanted to kill him.

I covered my ears, trying to block out her voice, but it didn’t help. I glanced up and saw the girl through the haze. Please stop. I don’t want to remember.

"Y/n, let's run away from this place," Hame said, his voice urgent. The haze began to clear.

"Papa, please don’t go," the voice echoed, more distorted now. The haze finally lifted completely, revealing a monstrous creature with eyes covering its entire body. I saw it holding a thigh, munching on it.

"Papa, please don’t send me there again," the monster said, its voice haunting and pitiful.

I covered my mouth to stifle a scream. "What’s that?" Hame asked, stunned.

"Let’s not try to find out. Let’s go," I said, pulling him out of the room. We ran as fast as we could, hoping the monster was too big to follow us through the door. My legs felt like jelly, and I was huffing and shaking.

"Y/n, I feel someone is following us," Hame said, glancing back.

"What?!" I said, looking around but seeing nothing.

We finally made it out of the house, and my shaky legs caused me to stumble, but I managed to keep my balance.

"I told you never to come here," I heard a voice say. I looked up, and my anger flared up once more.

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