The sound of the iron door clashing.
A girl wearing a robe and flowers on her head sat dazed in the cage, staring blankly at the night sky outside.
"Why does everyone want me to die, why is that······"
She didn't understand any of it.
It was as if she was born the unnecessary one, her birth was a mistake.
It seemed to be true.
She had never seen what the so-called Abyss looked like, but it was probably like this — darkness without light, without hope.
For a child only a few years old, this was cruel.
She had tried to make an effort, just now, she ran to Regla begging not to be killed, but Regla just looked at her calmly and had her locked here without saying a word.
No one even reasoned with her.
Because no one thought it necessary, she was someone who shouldn't have existed in the first place.
In the darkness, light often penetrates, and her sister was her light. She still believed her sister would let her live on.
As it turned out, her belief wasn't wrong.
