I used twelve lies to seal the past tightly.
I thought that as long as I kept my mouth shut, I could live a stable life.
But the thirteenth lie was not made up by me, but it was directed at me.
It ripped apart my pretense of calm and dragged me back into the abyss.
Every step closer to the truth, I lose more.
It turns out that the scariest thing is not being exposed.
But I myself have long been trapped in lies and have nowhere to escape.
