H×hthere Is a Big Problem with Memories!

The screams of the dead could be heard in the distance, coming and going back like a tide. My vision began to blur, I don't know whether it was due to blood loss or because the smoke of hell was too thick. But I knew that as long as I kept my eyes open, he would not be satisfied. So he reached up again—this time instead of slapping me, he grabbed a handful of my hair and forced my face up. His lips came together, and the bloody kiss was like an execution. I tasted rust, ash, and something sweet that bordered on despair. Then, gunfire rang out. The back of my head exploded with warmth, and my vision was instantly dyed red. My expression finally changed - not anger, not pain, but an almost absurd surprise, as if I didn't expect to die again in hell. ———————————————————————————— … … How long will it last... Intention: I want to write Chrollo...