One day, the real lady—who was thought to be dead—returned.
At the same time, everyone turned their backs on me and, as if that weren’t enough, abandoned me.
“You lived happily during the eight years I lost, didn’t you? You thief.”
Just as my consciousness plummeted into the abyss at their hands—
“Do you want to live?”
In that desperate, urgent moment, a man reached out his hand.
“There’s no such thing as kindness without a price. Even if I ask something of you later?”
“…”
Without knowing that the embrace I thought was heaven was actually the door to hell,
I took his hand.