He knew that there were countless people who wanted to kill him, but he didn't know who the person who could kill him was.
He enjoys the ugliness and weakness of human beings before they die, and then crushes their struggles with the coldness of death. Killing is his destiny and will never end.
Sesshomaru let her go, and the sunshine of the Champs Elysees was shattered in an instant.
The bullet penetrated her body, and the blood splashed toward freedom as passionately and lonely as petals. She smiled coldly without any complaint.
I am also tired of the cold and numb entanglement, tired of the endless thoughts and pain.
The night is coming, and death will silence everything.
I never ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you and for me...
For all the sad souls!
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