Countless memories poured into Chichu Chun's mind at this moment, crimson images staining her vision. Deceived, manipulated, killed and abandoned time and time again.
She felt her body grow cold in the pool of blood, then numb. In the dark room, she was bound, collapsing, wailing, and screaming heart-wrenchingly, but all that answered her was silence. The cold gaze of the blonde girl froze in countless cycles and dissipated along with her ripped-away thoughts.
"Tears slipped down the corner of 'Chichu Chun's' eyes, and then she slowly raised a smile.
"Long time no see, my dear."
'Chichu Chun'. No, at this time, she should be called March.
She looked somewhat weak, the bone spur at her neck still drawing her blood, a strand of hair falling across her pale, haggard face.
"I will kill you," March murmured.
"Next time, I will surely... kill you."
"You look in pain."
