"She's only eight years old, and she's already spreading rumors about her sister!"

"She even stole our neighbor's emergency money!"

"Worst of all, she conspired with human traffickers to sell her own brother!"

In the underworld courtroom, Mom and Dad rushed to accuse me of my "crimes," talking over each other in a frenzy. They thought this was just a dream, and in the middle of it all, they did not forget to warn my sister and brother standing nearby.

"You two better watch carefully. This is what happens to disobedient kids after they die!"

I instantly understood.

As the middle child, I had once again become the "example," the one sacrificed in their lesson.

'Mom... Dad... this isn't a dream. You locked me in the freezer, then took Grace and Tommy on vacation. I was locked in there for three days. I was so cold, my whole body frozen stiff...'

I was dragged forward by iron chains.

"Quit dragging your feet, you little brat," one of the demon guards rumbled in a deep voice.

I quickly picked up the pace, walking toward the center of Hell's trial platform under the hostile stares of the crowd.

Standing on the other side were my family.

In that moment, it suddenly hit me that I was the middle child, the one always dragged out and placed in front of my sister and brother, Grace and Tommy Lawson, as a living warning of what happened to disobedient kids.

I was the example made to warn everyone else.

The Grim Reaper saw me arrive and immediately spoke in a booming voice. "Silence, everyone! The trial is about to begin."

He continued, "You're accusing your daughter, Joy Lawson, of slander, theft of emergency money, and conspiring with traffickers to sell her own siblings. If the charges are proven, she'll be executed on the spot, her soul destroyed, never to reincarnate! If the charges fail, you will bear the consequences. Do you wish to proceed?"

"Mom, Dad!" I was pressed down on the trial platform, tears streaming down my face in fear.

Dad turned his face away.

Mom looked at me, her eyes frighteningly bright. "Yes, of course! Grim Reaper, please don't go soft on her! She has been trouble since she was little! We've been worried sick about how to discipline her! This is perfect. We'll let Grace and Tommy see for themselves what happens to bad kids who misbehave! They go to Hell!"

Dad nodded repeatedly. "That's right! Grim Reaper, judge her however you see fit! Don't hold back just because we're family! This is for her own good, and even more so for Grace and Tommy's sake!"

My crying caught in my throat, turning into desperate gasps.

The demon guards lifted me up again.

"Dad, Mom! Joy's face is so pale, she looks like a-" Tommy suddenly spoke up quietly.

Dad cut him off. "Shut up! Watch closely! This is your lesson! If either of you two misbehaves in the future, after you die, you'll end up just like Joy, judged by the Grim Reaper, dragged away by demons, and suffer horribly!"

Mom pushed Grace and Tommy forward, making sure they had a clear view. "Look! Open your eyes wide and see clearly! This is karma!"

Grace and Tommy cried and begged for forgiveness.

Mom's face grew even more triumphant. "Now you're scared? Too late! You have to watch. If you don't, how'll you ever learn? This lesson from the Grim Reaper today is worth more than 1000 lectures from your dad and me! Look! Watch Joy carefully!"

She turned her head toward the Grim Reaper: "Grim Reaper, please, continue the trial. Make sure these two get a good, thorough look!"

I stood in the middle, small and wearing the same tank top from three days ago, just standing there in a daze.

The Grim Reaper looked at me and asked, "Do you accept the trial?"

My mouth moved, but no sound came out.

I wanted to tell Mom that I was feeling a little cold and if I could skip the punishment.

I wanted to ask Dad if Southville was fun.

Seeing that I was not answering, whispers began to ripple through the crowd below.

"Look at her. She looks like trouble! If her own parents are saying this, there's no way it could be fake."

"She's only 7 years old and already so heartless and vicious! Having her soul destroyed might be too merciful. Kids like this should be thrown into the deepest level of Hell!"

Another said, "Just hurry up and pass the sentence already!"

Those words were hurtful.

I saw the corner of Mom's mouth lift slightly, and Dad even straightened his back. They were certain this judgment was in the bag.

However, all I could think about was if my soul was destroyed, would I finally stop feeling cold?

So, I nodded.

The Grim Reaper announced, "The trial begins!"

Mom was the first to step forward. "Grim Reaper! Let me go first! Joy's first crime is spreading rumors about Grace, trying to turn people against her. She was jealous that Grace was pretty and popular, so she went to one of Grace's male classmates and said Grace was messing around and had multiple boyfriends! At such a young age, how could her mind be so filthy!"

A screen of light appeared in the air.

In the footage, seven-year-old me cornered an older boy on his way home from school.

The boy asked impatiently, "What exactly do you want to say about Grace?"

I kept my head down, my fingers twisting the faded hem of my worn shirt. "Grace has been with a lot of guys."

"What? Speak clearly!" The boy frowned.

I flinched hard, my eyes reddening. Even so, I still stammered out those filthy words bit by bit.

Then, the scene shifted to Grace in her classroom. The girls who used to chat and laugh with her now whispered behind her back, while the boys looked at her with mocking stares.

Grace sat at her desk, confused and isolated by everyone.

The footage cut off abruptly.

Grace clapped her hand over her mouth, staring at me in disbelief. "Joy, why did you-"

I kept my head down, staring at my shabby shoes, saying nothing.

The cold light from the screen shone down on me.

A moment later, the platform hummed, and two large words appeared: [Accusation Failed.]

The scene instantly became deathly silent. The next second, the audience erupted.

"Failed? How could it possibly fail?"

"It's rigged! Absolutely rigged! That screen showed it clear as day! The little brat said it with her own mouth!"

"Exactly! She's vicious, spreading rumors about her own sister, and there are both witnesses and evidence. Why doesn't it count?"

"Did she bribe the Grim Reaper?!"

"Silence!" The Grim Reaper slammed the gavel heavily, his voice booming like thunder. "If the charge doesn't stand, there's evidence for it! Continue the footage!"

The screen lit up again.

It was the same house. This time, Mom dragged me away from my homework into the kitchen, keeping me away from Grace, her face anxious and fierce.

"Grace has been talking to those boys a lot lately! If this keeps up, she'll go down the wrong path. You need to find a chance to talk to someone in her class, or someone who's friends with those boys, and tell them Grace is a wild child, that she's dated tons of guys! Make them stay away from Grace!"

I shook my head in terror. "No! Mom, I can't say that about Grace!"

A slap landed across my face.

"If I tell you to do it, you do it! This is all for Grace's own good! Do you want to see her get led astray?!"

Seeing me still crying, Mom pinched the soft flesh on the inside of my arm and twisted it hard.

Pain shot through my body, and I trembled all over.

Mom hissed, "Are you going or not?!"

Eventually, I dragged my bruised arm, tears still streaming down my face, and found that boy.

On the screen, every hesitant word and every pained expression on my face was magnified. There was no smugness of someone spreading rumors, only the fear and struggle of a seven-year-old being forced to do something wrong.

At the end, Mom stood outside the window. She watched Grace's lonely figure walking alone and smiled with satisfaction.

"Good, now no boys will dare get close to her, and she can finally focus on her studies."

The video ended completely, and the entire hall fell deathly silent.

Every gaze turned toward Mom was filled with shock and disbelief.

Someone exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, the mother was the one who told her to do it?"

"Is she crazy? She's making Joy slander Grace's reputation! They're both her daughters!"

Another whispered, "What did Joy do wrong? She's only seven! She was just a tool used by her own mother!"

"This family is terrifying."

Mom's face flushed red, then pale, and under those stares, she looked like she was sitting on pins and needles.

She whipped around toward Grace, who was still sobbing. "I did it for your own good!"

Then she panicked and shouted to everyone around, "Even if that one doesn't count, she still stole money, right?! And she conspired with traffickers to sell her siblings! Those two alone are enough to send her to Hell!"

The second charge began its judgment.

The screen appeared, showing how our neighbor, Alfred Grant, had a sudden stroke and was taken away by ambulance. His wife, Margaret Jensen, grabbed their bankbook and all the cash in the house, rushing to get to the hospital.

I followed her down the stairs. As she went, I suddenly rushed forward, snatched the ragged pouch with the money, and ran.

Margaret stumbled and fell, screaming hoarsely, "Hey! Those are our emergency money!"

I ran as fast as I could with my head down. Just as I burst out of the alley, I was caught on the spot by two police officers who seemed to have been waiting there.

The stolen money was still on me, leaving no room for denial.

The audience buzzed with discussion.

"Look at that! How can anyone defend this? She was caught red-handed!"

"She still grabbed it even after hearing it was their emergency money. Her heart is pitch black!"

"She's this bold at such a young age. Imagine what she'll be like when she grows up. Good thing the police got there fast!"

The light from the screen enveloped me once again.

[Accusation Failed.]

Seeing that it failed again, Mom shrieked, "How is that possible?! The police caught her!"

The footage continued playing, showing our home.

Tommy was caught stealing money from a classmate, so our parents were called in. As a result, he was suspended for three days.

Mom dragged him back home, shut the door, and then turned toward me, where I was standing in the corner as punishment.

"Joy, go snatch that pouch with Mrs. Grant's money! Let Tommy understand the consequences of theft!"

I shrank back in fear. "No! Mom, that's Mr. Grant's emergency money."

"You're not going?" Mom growled as she crouched down and grabbed my shoulders. "If you don't go, I'll throw you in the graveyard on the back hill! I'll let the ghosts haunt you! You're useless anyway, just a burden!"

Mom shoved me out the door, and with the last dollar I had, I called 911.

Next, following Mom's orders, I followed Margaret and snatched the money. Then, I ran toward the alley entrance where the police officer told me to go.

In the shadows at the alley entrance, Mom tightly held Tommy while whispering in his ear.

"Look quick! Joy got arrested! If you steal, you get arrested! Will you dare do it again?!"