CRASH! CRACK! SPLATTER!
『 Your obsessive lover has ceased to exist 』
『 Erasing "Anna" from the system's record 』
Arthur didn't understand what exactly had happened.
Things had escalated so quickly that even he couldn't fully process it.
The only thing he knew was that the gesture was familiar.
No. Familiar didn't even begin to describe what had left an irreversible scar on his heart.
His greatest trauma and his deepest fear.
Perhaps it was a farewell gift from Anna, a present from hell. Whatever it was, it had struck deep.
Three years before his transmigration, this exact scene had played out before. Only the location and context of the words were different.
The same moment that made him shut himself off from reality, the same moment that led him to create a comic refuge titled My First Kiss.
Arthur tried to breathe in, but his chest tightened.
He gasped, struggling to breathe like something was blocking his airways.
'Fuck, it's this damn PTSD...'
