"I'd be happy if he feels sad when I'm gone." Hana told Vicky. "If that happens, it could only mean one thing – he's a real friend to me."
"There's no need for that to happen, okay? My uncle is being true to you. You are..you are someone he treated as best friend."
"I know." Hana chuckled and caressed Vicky's face. "Anyway, help me find something presentable to wear."
The two of them were busy looking for dress while someone was busy looking for her.
"Useless! She's just a powerless woman but you can't find her! You are all useless!" The man had a big scar that ran across from his forehead down to the other side of his face, cutting his nose and lips. He looked horrible and there's a big ax tattoo on his left arm. He was swinging his hand and all the things on his way were blown away. He was angry.
