That was before.
The warmth and harmless feelings that the fraudsters gave each other have long been forgotten.
When she left, she was just a one-year-old child. I don't know why I still remember my real name. Maybe it's because that thing is too precious.
Then...
Then?
The sunlight was drowned out by the darkness.
Her long jet-black hair and ink-like eyes were mixed with dark colors. Blurred and unclear.
The original name of this pit is "Paused Prayer".