8 years ago when I was 10 my dad died on the way home from work to celebrate my birthday. The home number rang and so I picked up the phone. Another person's voice answered and asked my relationship with dad.

"I- I'm his son... Where's dad?" I asked with all mixed emotions, by the hint of pity in his voice, I could tell that something bad happened.

"I'm sorry for your loss... your dad died from a car crush, it was reported that he was caught in a car crush by a drunk truck driver... I'm sorry kid.. Do you have other adults you can call?"

"No... Mom died long ago..." I was crying so much that I can bately make up the words properly. Before the caller could even continue I hanged up. I cried and broke down, the burning pain of my black secret, and the pain of losing my dad. Broken crying on the floor.

After an hour, I picked up the courage to call my uncle minsu, he was the only person I could trust now.

"Uncle?" I speak between sobs and sniffles.

"Yeah? Arjin are you alright? Why are you crying??" He asked worried of my well being "where's your dad? Did you two fight?" He asked with a light amusement.

"No... He died" at that point I broke up again and started sobbing "Someone called saying he died in a car crash... Please... Please pick me up" Before I could even finish, I passed out.

The next think I know was that I woke up in the hospital with a little to no memories anymore, I saw uncle sitting beside me, talking with the doctor about the trauma I got and might be the reason of my amnesia.

After a day in the hospital I was already discharged,uncle brought me in his house where Auntie leah was, she looked at me with sympathy in her eyes, she approached me slowly, petting my cheeks with warm in it, and before I could even form a word, my eyes became blurry and tears streaming down my cheek, she hugged me tight and comforted me.

After that, I started living with them. Nobody other than them got interested in keeping me, the side of my dad's family was all mean and arrogant people, even talking bad about him in his funeral. When I turned 16 my Auntie and Uncle came at me with a news that Auntie is pregnant with twins and that I'm gonna be a big brother now.

For the first time ever again, the side of my lips curled to a smile, the darkness on my eyes had a glint of happiness in it, i was happy, even in the slight smile i give wasn't full, they were still proud for being able to bring that smile out since after I got the amnesia, i never once cracked a smile, always looking dull and dead.

I was the one to help auntie through out her pregnancy, despite me being dull I was still able to hold out my duties of responsibility, I was careful at auntie so she wont get stressed on pregnancy, I kept tabs on her emotions and cravings, how if she wants to move i let her but only with minor easy tasks, and would even massage his tummy and back.

Uncle's proffesion is a doctor, he was mostly not home but even if he's so tired and sleepless he would crawl himself home to check up on auntie and me, never once he had questioned my existence there but rather thankful for my presence. He has always thanked me for almost everything on being with them.

One night, while auntie was sleeping i checked on her to find that she peed but furtger looking at it, it wasn't pee but her water broke. Without further ado, I carried auntie to the garage, my hidden powers used in the critical moment, I rushed her to the garage and used uncle's car, driving to the night, reassuring auntie that it's gonna be alright.

The cops pulled us since I was underage but after they saw auntie they quickly let us through since it's an emergency of life and death, I was able to get her in time, nobody even came at us not until i got pissed and punched the wall, the debris falling from the punch and screamed at them that my auntie is in labor and if they don't prioritize her now I will pull all shit to bribg this hospital down.

They quickly rushed her in. I was beside her and uncle came too, he apologized for being late, he was in the ER when I called him, he had to call a substitute to perform the operation, it was their first baby after all, the nurse reported to uncle about what I did to rush auntie in the hospital and tended to the nurse, illegal driving, destroying of public building, and blackmailing just so that auntie makes it safe.

Despite all the shit I pulled, he was proud of what I did. Auntie pushed the twins out of her, she nearly got uncle a bald spot for grabbing his hair as she pushed. She was exhausted after everything and passed out, uncle cut the umbilical cords, he was so happy that he cried to me.

Silently staring at the newborn twins, I sworn to myself that I'll protect them no matter what and will always prioritize them. I had a hint of warmness in my warm that I lost long ago.

The babies was cleaned, immunized, and put in the incubation, the boy was a bit weaker than the girl. After 3 days in the hospital we was sent home, uncle driving us home, once again stopped by the cops who pulled me up last night, now seeing that it was my uncle driving, my auntie holding Millie the girl and me holding the boy named Milo. They were happy and proud of what i did.

"What you did last night kid was gutsy but reasonable, congratulations"

We got home, and I prepared the nursery room where there's only one crib, we put the twins and let them sleep.

In the next days, everyone was stressed and i was the one mostly handling things, auntie was still in a state of healing and uncle is a doctor so he was mostly called to work, everything was hectic but i was happy regardless of their nightly crying and diaper change.

The twins grew healthy and kind, a bit naughty but good kids, it's currently my 18th birthday, the growing black tattoo like burning in my back. The twins has been staring at me trying to find a way to ask to have my slice of my cake after finishing theirs, the twins picked up of my discomfort and asked.

"Oppa, are you okay? Are you sick?" Millie asked with concern while Milo who's drooling already "Hyung, do you not like the cake? We can eat it for you" he said, eyes begging to eat already, despite the worry for my wellbeing, cake is always first, especially if it's strawberry cake.

"I'm not sick, but sure, you two can eat my slice, I know you guys has been trying to ask me for the cake" I said cracking a rare smile despite my pain and discomfort. The twins was now busy scarfing the cake, auntie and uncle was busy hanfling guest, the neighbors despite of me not giving a single shit about them.

After the celebration, the twins fall asleep after exerting so much energy and I carried them to the crib, before I could even put them down, I noticed something on my peripheral vision on the window, something big. I turned to look at it and to my surprise, it was a big eyeball, bigger than the window, observing every movement.

It's eyes was yellow with red iris, an inverted slit on it, just staring at me. I carried the twins and slowly backed towards the door, I carefully transfered Milo at the same arm which is holding Mille.

Before i could even turn the doorknob while keeping an eye to the massive anomaly, I heard a loud scream and crash, that scream, it was auntie! I said to myself and without more thought I rushed out.