My dad used to beat my mom a lot.
Mom just endured it silently.
When Dad got tired of her, he'd beat us.
This is your reality.
So Dad would say as he played with us like toys, laughing all the while.
My sister and I, still so young, could only wait for time to pass.
After they divorced,
Mom started playing around with young guys.
When Mom stopped coming home, too,
my sister would cry, saying she was lonely.
Sting
Dear me, what a messy eater.
This won't be easy to clean up.
Do you have a moment?
I'd like to talk to you about that monster.
I am Maria, a researcher.
Don't worry. We'll do something about the bodies.
It won't cause an uproar.
That's not the problem here!
What was that thing?!
You have my sympathy...
But you'll just have to forget about your sister.
We'll take care of her.
No! My sister is important to me!
Is she?
Then why don't you try to convince her?
Will she even recognize you?
Will her big brother's voice even reach her?
I killed someone...
It's delicious... so delicious...
What do I do?
If Onii-chan sees me like this...
Yume!
Onii-chan!
Yume...
Stay away!
I ate those people...
But it wasn't enough.
It's all right.
You're my precious little sister.
No matter what you look like, you're still Yume.
Come on, let's go home, Yume.
Onii-chan... I'm so happy...
Yume...
Onii-chan!