Lies。 Betrayal。 Secrets。 Hate。
All circles of hell that we’ve been through like levels in a game。
But… we lost。
Trust is really deception。
Contracts are ruthless vendettas in writing。
Now we’re in the very pit of hell with the power to crush a soul， to save a life， to secure a future， all rests in my frozen hands。
I’ve been a puppet and I’m broken beyond repair。
But it doesn’t matter。
I have empty memories， a blank future and a shredded soul。
But I think I still love him。
Bitter consequences be damned…
So， you tell me， what kind of fool does that make me？