From a Knight of Judgment to a witch's captive songbird, I've lost even my own heart.
I broke free of the witch Olivia's control and recovered Mo Fei's memories, only to find that I had long since become someone else. My body was the witch's sharpest blade, the White Moon Knight, while my soul already bore an unforgettable mark she had left behind.
The younger sister who once depended on me now saw me as her enemy, and there was nowhere left for me in this world.
At the depths of my despair, "she" reached out to me: the elegant and mysterious Sylvia, who used her tenderness to weave a splendid golden cage around me.
"Don't be afraid. You can only rely on me now."
Yet this tender protection was an even deeper trap. As hatred melted away in intimate whispers, and resistance crumbled beneath her gentle control, I finally realized: I had escaped the witch's grasp, only to willingly become her caged bird.
Is this salvation, or just another kind of total surrender? When my body is more honest than my heart, how am I supposed to face the person called Mo Fei?
