Tyler and Mana now stood beside a humble hut at the edge of a village. But this wasn't just any scene—they were witnessing a memory steeped in pain and fury.
The hut was surrounded by a crowd of angry villagers. Faces twisted with rage. Hands gripped rocks, torches, and farming tools. The air was thick with shouts and accusations.
Inside the hut, the Clown's parents clung to each other, sobbing, pleading with the mob.
"We didn't do anything! We're innocent!" the mother screamed, her voice cracking.
"Please! We didn't kill anyone " the father cried, arms outstretched.
But the villagers were deaf to their desperation.
"Because of your family, so many have died!"
"What kind of monsters raise children like that?!"
"Devil family! Devil family!"
"Burn them! Burn the Devil family!"
Rocks were hurled, striking the door and walls. The fragile wooden frame of the hut groaned under the assault. Someone from the crowd suddenly flung a torch.
