You are walking in the desolate fog, and there are curses on you from all around;
"You are the root of evil, a filthy, despicable and cruel, bloodthirsty demon."
At this time, a woman walked out of the fog. She smiled and said:
Justice belongs to angels;
And we are all devils;
One kind of devil is no nobler than another.
Stopping in your tracks, you straightened your glasses out of habit, using the reflection to cover up the indifference in your pupils;
Those who hold on to force are just. If anyone says that I am unjust, I will kill him at worst!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
