[KIYOMI]
The door to the holding room opened, right as the illusion of what had been faded into nothingness.
Where two Lycans had once stood, parading as humans with the olive scent, was an emptiness so unique that it was almost sickening. But that was what Izanami had opted for.
A game of choices.
Choices that many would forever frown upon, yet at the same time, there wasn't much to be held now. Life had become so fickle, and in the middle of it was a determined psycho who needed a serum just so she could best her own daughter.
Izanami was insanity personified.
And maybe, just maybe, Kiyomi Kimura was on that same level with her – a cannibal who didn't give a shit about anyone other than the Tetsuyas. A woman who would bring down an entire realm if the woman she was madly in love with willed it so.
Time had proven it to everyone over and over again.
Perhaps that was why the door screeched again.
