"Please, no more… I don't know anything else…."
A painful voice of the girl echoed around the fluttering wind. Her clothes were tattered, and smoke was rising from her skin….
Some burnt marks, some little particles of electricity… Her pink hair could no longer be seen as beautiful.
"I know," I replied with a cold tone.
"Then…Why?" Seeing that, Lily had a horrified and sad expression on her face. An expression of being wronged. After all, she was right. I had been torturing her for almost half an hour, and after a minute of ten, she didn't give me any quality information.
But I still kept going because of a simple reason.
"Because of this…."
Raising the black vial from my pocket, I approached the girl.
"What is this?" The normal expression would be the expression of fear and opposition, but for her, it was acceptance.
Accepting everything that would come….The mindset of those that lost their hope…. It was such a response.
