People used to say there is such a thing as karma.
That bad people will always receive their punishment.
It must have been raining.
Her entire body, which had fallen from above, was soaked through. The moment Pale regained consciousness, a dreadful chill washed over her.
A threadlike groan barely slipped past her parted lips.
“Ha…”
Suddenly, her blood-soaked body was lifted from the ground.
She could feel the cold, drenched skin of another pressed against her own.
The tense body holding her, the breathing growing rougher by the second.
“You did well. Don’t lose consciousness.”
“Ah…”
Who…?
Her stiff tongue wouldn’t move.
Forcing her trembling eyelids open, through the rain-blurred haze, she saw him.
“Io… Ati…”
His soaked blond hair clung messily to his face, which was hardened like stone. She had never seen that expression before.
‘Atio…’
That was Pale’s last memory.
People always said there is karma.
That bad people will surely be punished.
“Cough—”
God, please tell me.
‘Will they be punished?’
The silence was gone.
A painfully bright light seeped in through barely opened eyes—like someone stabbing her repeatedly with an awl.
“Miss! Please come to your senses!”
“The youngest Miss Roze has opened her eyes!!”
Roze Bleang.
And just like that, I became a member of the family of those who killed me.
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