Why was she here?
Why was she seeing this?
What were these deaths, this cruelty?
For what?
Neirin's lips quivered. She opened her mouth to utter a word, but no voice came out. She was stuck in this void, with reflections of people crying, begging, desperately crying for help as they were cut one by one. Their blood pooled on the floor of the sewers.
Their cries weren't heard.
Fits of Laughters with satisfactions disgust Neirin to the point that she wants to close her eyes.
But even closing her eyes won't do anything.
Everything was happening in her mind.
"What are these?" She can barely speak.
Neirin wanted to stop what was happening, but everything that was happening right now was all in the past.
