"Ah! So beautiful..." Lathel gazed at Black Rabbit, smiling as he said, "I really like your face when you're in despair and suffering."
"It reminds me a little of the past—when I killed those people, they begged me just like you are now."
He reached out, gently stroking Black Rabbit's sweat-soaked face.
"Please... spare me..." Black Rabbit trembled, stammering her words.
His eyes were on her, yet not truly seeing her. It was as if he was seeing the victims from his past life—those who also begged him, crying in despair, just like she was now.
"Please... let me go."
"Lathel! Even if I become a demon, I will never forgive you."
"You bastard! I'll be waiting for you in hell."
"Lathel! I didn't know anything, it was all my mother—she was the one who did everything. Just kill her, please spare me..."
Countless voices echoed from the depths of his memory, yet Lathel only smirked, his expression as cold as ice.
