Neirin stared at the collapsing ceiling.
She lay on the floor, the red liquid from the different cylindrical glass had begun to flood the whole room, but she just lay there as if she had given up on life.
What was the point of struggling to live when she died from drowning or being eaten by the monsters around her?
She knew what happened to her and why they abandoned her, but then, even if her decisions and actions had led her to this, would it be a sin to hope that maybe Vincent could save her for the last time.
Neirin was foolish enough to think that she'll be witnessing Vincent's tears again, like what happened to her previous life.
She was stand corrected.
She thought she had gotten used to the feeling of betrayal; however, that's all in her head.
His back had turned against her and had become her own nightmare.
Would it haunt her until her last breath?
It's over.
