Even if we take different paths, everyone will disappear anyway.
If I hadn't heard any rumors...
If I hadn't gone to tell America.
Ah, no. If you don't work harder, try harder.
What should be the next line? Who's life will be in danger next time? What is the next step...?
How many more mistakes will I make? How many times do I have to say the same line? How many more times do I have to watch my companions die one by one?
How many times have various agreements been concluded. However, everyone will forget it the next time we meet. Obviously, the relationship has finally become so good, but by the next meeting, everything will be back to the original point.
I obviously didn't want to forget to say it. What should we do? What should I do? How can we get everyone out of here?
Ahhh... I can't do it anymore. My head feels like it's about to explode...
Note: This article is a derivative of aph's "Black Tower Ghost I really want to escape with you". The main perspective is Feliciano, with blackening. It is an n-week world that I imagined. I don't like to criticize, thank you very much☆