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Roger had just started to explain when suddenly, he felt a tight embrace—the red-haired girl had thrown herself into his arms.
"Thank you, Roger!"
Ever since the ritual began, Amanda had regained the sensation in her body, and it had even become more sensitive than before. She could hear every sound around her clearly.
And she understood what had happened—she knew that without Roger, she would probably have turned into a lifeless corpse by now.
"Should I just embrace this opportunity?"
As Roger hesitated, the girl suddenly broke free from his hold, stood up, and walked to the other side of the room.
There, Betty lay stiff on the ground, her eyes void of life.
"Betty..."
"Amanda..."
The two girls faced each other in silence.
Amanda didn't erupt into hysterical crying or questioning; having been through so much, she understood something very clearly.
Often, one cannot choose something solely based on their preference.
"Kill me," Betty suddenly said.
