Tristan Grayson forced a smile. He wanted to hold on, to make up for his past mistakes...
'But this time... it looks like I really can't go on...'
The feeling of powerlessness left him utterly heart-weary...
He didn't say another word. He no longer had the strength to speak. His head drooped, and he passed out.
Seeing Tristan Grayson's head hanging low, his eyes closed, no longer speaking, Mika Summers completely broke down.
'How could he fall asleep at a time like this? How could he just fall asleep...?'
"Tristan Grayson, wake up! You can't fall asleep! Tristan..."
"Tristan Grayson, you bastard! How could you do this to me!"
"Tristan Grayson, wake up, just wake up..." Mika Summers screamed his name, struggling with all her might. When she saw the flames closing in on them, she used every last ounce of her strength and wrenched her hands free from the ropes.
She quickly untied the rest of the ropes on her body and, trembling, knelt behind Tristan Grayson to untie his.
