Apocalypse Incest Material

The place where my mom and I are standing is the middle of downtown.

And the bizarre letters floating above our heads.

[Have sexual relations with your son. If you don’t, you will die.]

“…Huh?”

“Look at that….”

“Wow… isn’t that a sentence?”

“I’ve actually seen it for the first time.”

“It says to have sex with her son… is she crazy?”

People know about the sentences.

Because my mom and I aren’t the first to receive a sentence.

“If you want to live, you have to do it… tsk tsk.”

That’s right.

If you defy the sentence, the gates of the sky open and you are dragged somewhere.

When you actually face it, you can only describe it as really scary.

Where on earth did they go….

“No… how can I possibly… with my son….”

Mom was shedding tears in this desperate situation.

What else can you do… if you want to live, there’s no other way.