I am a demon child cursed by a spirit demon, a ghost possessed by evil spirits.
"Have you ever liked me?" Behind the cold back, I left the secret deep in my heart.
"No." His tone was clean and crisp, without any hesitation. After saying that, he turned and left. This time seemed to take a long time.
I can no longer lift the heavy sword in my hand, because this sword is stained with all the blood I paid for him. Hot tears flowed down his face covered with blood, washing the blood on the sword drop by drop.
With trembling hands, he threw away the sword, but then put it back into the scabbard helplessly.
In the lifeless room, there was no warmth or light. All that existed were the bones whose throats had been cut by swords and the strong smell of blood.