Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

She suppressed the fluctuation of her Rule Power and reminisced:

"Back then I was just a teenager, from a poor family background, with a father who was an alcoholic and gambler, entirely dependent on my mother who sold her body to support the family.

But my mother wasn't any better.

She was a drug addict, and whenever she suffered outside, she liked to burn cigarette scars on me.

Because of these scars, I was also bullied at school.

The journey home from school every day was the most painful time for me.

Compared to my family, the school that bullied me was heaven.

At least there, I had someone I secretly admired.

He was a player on the school basketball team, tall and handsome.

But at home, there was only endless despair.

I didn't want to go home.

Eventually, I couldn't even go to school because as far as my parents were concerned, I could soon start earning money for them.

Afraid I would run away, they locked me up.

During that period, some unpleasant things happened.

In short, I lost my last dignity to several of my father's filthy gambling friends who took away my first time.

All I got was a birth control pill.

That was also my fifteenth birthday present.

Days like that lasted for more than a year.

Eventually, I found an opportunity and killed them all.

I set a fire that took them away along with my past.

With the money I got, I rented a hotel room, healed, and prepared to start a new life.

I gathered enough courage to find the person I once admired.

Luckily, he still remembered me.

He was surprised by my maturity then, and his look was different from that in school.

I don't know if it was love.

But I knew what he wanted.

So, I got a boyfriend.

I was quite happy during that time.

I started to have beautiful fantasies about life again and even considered having a home of my own, one that wouldn't let me down.

His grades were poor.

I wanted to pay for him to learn a skill after high school graduation.

You know, that was also the future for many ordinary people in the Federation.

But he didn't want to.

He wanted to rely on his sports achievements to go to college.

That was difficult.

His performance in the school basketball team wasn't prominent.

I didn't want to let him down, so I supported him by saving and working to pay for private tutoring, quietly backing him.

He tried hard, too.

In one term, he improved on the school basketball team.

But the coach didn't like him.

A player who hardly got to play couldn't rely on basketball performance to be recruited by a university.

Even getting into an average university wasn't easy.

Seeing him sad, I secretly went to see his coach...

As for me, I had no dignity left since the age of fifteen.

With my ongoing efforts, he finally got the chance to play, and later successfully got into an average university.

I was very happy.

Yet he worried about the tuition...

As I said, I didn't want him to suffer, so while he was on a graduation trip, I followed my mother's path and became the person I least wanted to be.

Fortunately, I still had him.

That happiness lasted until he took all my money and then left with his new girlfriend, calling me a slut and a whore who seduced his coach and branding me as inherently promiscuous, and he kicked me out with a group people to humiliate me."

Brian said emotionlessly in an attempt to console, "Your story sounds awful, I feel as if I could hear your heart breaking."

"Heartbroken?"

The woman shook her head:

"Why would I be heartbroken?

At that moment, I was actually glad.

Because I could finally merge him completely with me without any burdens!

Oh God, I loved him so much!

Loved him so much I'd lock him in the room and wouldn't let any other woman enjoy him.

Not even a glance!

Even the thought of another woman breathing the same air as him tormented me unbearably.

But I knew if I showed this possessiveness, it would scare him away.

So I persevered, bearing this intense possessiveness until he personally destroyed the limits I had for myself.."

A sincere and sweet expression surfaced on her face as she recalled:

"That feeling...

Now when I recall, my soul trembles.

I meticulously sliced him into countless pieces with a knife.

His flesh was processed into a paste, his blood into smoothies, his intestines woven into a scarf, his bones ground into powder for coffee...

Especially that heart.

I preserved it as a specimen, and I cradled it in bed every night, unable to bring myself to eat it.

Unfortunately, while handling that woman, I clogged the drain.

I was a bit too harsh then.

The dismemberment case caused quite a stir locally.

It wasn't long before the police found me.

I originally wanted to run.

But then the Blood Moon ascended.

It was so warm.

Bathed in the Blood Moon's glow, I felt immensely joyful, like a fish swimming freely and comfortably under the Blood Moon's brilliance...

For a while after that.

I happily moved from one family to another using the ability gifted to me by the Blood Moon Mother, parasitizing different individuals like a Parasite, lurking in dark corners, enjoying the beautiful family atmosphere that wasn't mine.

That was probably the fastest time of my life.

In some good families, I even chose to bear offspring, experiencing every process of life.

When those families were no longer joyful, I would appear, devour them, and then move to another family to parasitize."