After that night, more people began to ask questions, quietly at first. The ledger of favors he’d kept in his head started to look thin in daylight. Yuna’s posture changed; she stopped leaning on him for explanations. She came home one evening and we stood in the kitchen, the air between us unfamiliar. I handed her a few of the notes I’d kept and watched as her face, patient and tired, moved through suspicion to understanding. She didn’t show outrage or melodrama — she measured, then acted.
The ending varies:
Bully subtly undermines your relationship. “Your child is controlling.” Small gifts, secrets, late-night calls. Yuna starts changing: dress, tone, priorities. my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna introv top
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The game is often listed as "name your own price" (free with optional support) on itch.io. After that night, more people began to ask