Chapter 108: The Outside World

Stanley sat there in the dark cave, his face hauntingly drained while he realized that he was staring at the person who was most directly responsible for the death of his mother.

He almost attacked her, but held off by sheer willpower. 

"You killed my mother," he said, his voice growling as he did so.

"No," Sheila quickly replied, but her voice stammered afterward since she knew she was lying. 

It was her fault. It was her fault that so many people died back then. She had been feeling guilty about it for so long since that day that she couldn't deny it right now. 

"You're correct," she said while holding the side of her face. "It's my fault. I killed all those people. Their blood is in my hand."

Stanley saw her shaking slightly as she was distraught from the memory, just like he used to be, except this time it really was her fault.