"How dare you show your face here."
"I thought that after your fall, your instinct to stalk other people's lives would disappear since you could no longer afford to pay your henchmen. But seeing you standing here in paint-stained clothes… it seems I've underestimated the tenacity of a former executive."
"But come to think of it, with all the sins you've accumulated, it feels like there isn't a single place in this world worthy of harboring your existence, Mark. Even a humble place like this orphanage is too pure for you. The most fitting place for someone like you… should be in hell."
Mark could only bow his head in resignation, not daring to defend himself, fully accepting that Celine's curse of hell was a most just punishment for a petty, sinful figure like himself.
"You're right, Celine," Mark said, nodding slightly with a very wry smile. "For me, living all alone with regret that burns every second… even this world already feels like hell."
