Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 & 4

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📘 Chapter 3: The Guilt

(Tên gốc: Cửa ăn năn)

> I was thrown out again.

The third door now closed behind me.

All that had happened… Was it real?

I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to.

I turned to the next door. I stepped through.

Suddenly, I woke up in a room filled with broken pieces of memory.

A man stood before me—familiar, yet distant.

"You okay?"

I stared at his face. Blank. Empty.

"Who… are you?"

"It's me, Khai. Your uncle. You don't remember?"

I shook my head slowly.

And then I cried—uncontrollably, like a child returning home too late.

"There, there… I'm here," he whispered, pulling me into his arms.

But it wasn't comfort I felt—it was regret.

All those moments I turned away from my family.

All those words left unsaid.

Maybe… just maybe…

I was part of the reason they died.

I collapsed again.

And the door closed behind me.

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📘 Chapter 4: False Memory

(Tên gốc: Ký ức giả)

> I awoke with a pounding headache.

The fourth door had shut.

I looked around for a way out, but all I saw were… more doors.

"What the hell am I even doing…?"

A decision made too quickly, too blindly.

I stepped into the next door.

—and suddenly, I was back home.

I jolted upright in bed.

Downstairs, I saw them.

My parents. Alive. Smiling. Whole.

"Oh? Up early today?" my dad chuckled warmly.

"I… had a nightmare," I whispered, tears running down my face.

My mom emerged, pausing for a moment, then stepped over to comfort me.

"It's okay, honey. I'm here."

She shot a look at my father, who nodded and quietly set breakfast on the table.

It was peaceful. Too peaceful.

And then—

He appeared.

The man who took everything from me.

Standing there in our living room like he belonged.

No one else noticed.

Only me.

The world crumbled.

My breath caught.

My vision blurred.

—And then I was pulled out again.

Another door slammed shut.

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