A Monster Calls
The consequence of a forbidden love was the mysterious death of his younger sister. As her elder brother, Mo Jiang was reluctant to bear the blame, especially since he had only recently transmigrated
The rapid roar of tires grinding against the concrete echoed ceaselessly along the street outside the window. As the silent night deepened, Mo Jiang sat in a daze, staring at the faint, barely perceptible moonlight at the window, his expression odd and unsettled.
His gaze drifted to several items resting on his bedside desk—a sharp knife and a bottle of Carloch Ifura solution. The name was a bit of a tongue-twister and awkward to pronounce, but its effects were deeply disturbing.
Illusions and exhilaration.
It was obviously a narcotic.
Why such things would be at his bedside, Mo Jiang already understood, having just sorted through his own memories.
He had transmigrated—or perhaps, more precisely, been reborn.
His new family was exceedingly well-off, and he even had a fiancée to whom he was betrothed from an early age. This fiancée was also quite beautiful, and after several meetings, she had begun to accept him.
Everything seemed perfect—a life of unblemished privilege. Yet Mo Jiang found his situation rather awkward.
The problem was not that he was an illegitimate child, nor that he wasn’t even his father’s biological son, but rather… he had fallen for his own blood sister.
The thought might have seemed thrilling in moments of depraved fantasy, but in reality, it was excruciatingly awkward.
Worse still, his sister, Mo Qingqing, had died under mysterious circumstances just a few days ago.
Her death had occurred after their relationship had come to light.
“Fortunately, I transmigrated just in time—one