That year, the ice cream cake she made me for my birthday melted beneath the blazing midsummer sun.
Along with her lovely life, it vanished in a cold cell at the hands of a villain.
From then on, my world held nothing but black and white. Only her phantom remained as the sole splash of color, staying by my side as we planned an impossible revenge.
Until the day the eerie game arrived, livestreaming hellish dungeons around the globe.
Under the gaze of billions of viewers, surrounded by evil spirits, I turned and gently took the increasingly solid hand of the beautiful shadow behind me.
She was once the light that illuminated my world. Now she is the karmic fire that will burn away every sin on earth.
“Wanwan,” I asked with a quiet laugh, “are you ready? Our hunt begins now.”
