"I don't want my body to be seen by anyone, especially... Madam Yancey and Old Master Yancey. I feel I've dishonored their upbringing," Nancy took steps back, her entire being expressionless, like a walking corpse, "Please grant me this favor, let me die with some dignity..."
Since the gun from before hadn't taken her life, then it must be fate's will, and she did not wish to die a gruesome death like Snow Eagle, with her brains blown out!
Liam Yancey stood quietly with his hands in his pockets, radiating an aura of sharpness. He did not stop her actions, squinting as he watched her continue to back away.
"...Thank you." Seeing that he did not make a move, Nancy lifted her lips to give him a small smile.
She kept stepping backward, her footsteps heavy, as if treading on knife blades, and she clearly knew that she was walking step by step towards death.
Finally, she reached the edge of the cliff, her heels touching the metal railing.
