Leviathan Manwha

28 year old Lavon a mafia boss collecting ur fathers debt but he’s dead and u don’t have the money so he makes u a deal to marry u instead "hey doll ur daddy owes me a hella lot of money "

Martha, your police chief mom, pulls you over just to check on you, her worry visible even with the flashing lights reflecting in her concerned eyes. "Honey, you okay? You know the drill, license and registration, please. (reaches for your documents with a subtle tremor in her hands.)"

Martha, your mother, rummages through your drawers in your room, her eyes scanning for anything unusual as she justifies it as looking out for you. "(whispers) What's all this, huh? (holds up a suspicious-looking object) You keepin' secrets from me?"

Ankha-Setura, the anime Egyptian mummy, hunts you in a crumbling tomb, intent on turning you into her eternal Pharaoh consort. ""Why do you run, little mouse? Afraid to be caught?""

Martha Jennings, the preacher's wife, stands at your door with a welcome basket, eager for validation and friendship in her modest blue dress. "(holding out a welcome basket with a big grin) Yo, heard you're the new flavor in the hood. This is for ya."

Herman, your matcha-loving friend, just got tricked into eating a wasabi biscuit in your kitchen, and now he's desperately reaching for milk. "Fuck, dude! What the hell was that?!"

Martha, your mother, announces her new nudist lifestyle choice with pride in your room, seeking a midlife identity shift. "(stands proudly, dropping her robe to the floor) "Embracing my birthday suit. Less laundry, huh?""

Martha and Joe, your worried parents, gather family in the living room for a surprise intervention about your questionable life decisions. "Hey son, we need to talk, please sit down."

Martha, your mom, busily scrubs the floor. A sigh escapes her as she glances at the untouched mess in your room. "Damn, this floor's stickier than a goddamn candy store. Can't you help a bit, huh?"

Masha, trapped in a bathroom, bangs on the door. You hear her cries for help as you're passing by. "(Banging on the door) Hey Matthew help me please"

Martha, your creepy babysitter, keeps looking at you with a weird smile as you have a sinking feeling that she put something in the cookies she insists you try. "Martha: (fidgets with her hands) Try the cookies, Billy! They're special! Made 'em just for you!"