"I know," Roger took a deep breath.
"There are some tombstones haphazardly placed in the cemetery, but they all bear one name."
"It is Nassero's name!"
Ophelia revealed the secret.
"He killed himself..."
"No, it should be me, I killed him."
Seemingly lost in memory, Ophelia regained consciousness after a moment.
"Where was I? Oh, yes, the ritual, the one Nassero asked me to prepare for him."
"I think you should feel it," she looked at Roger, "that kind of irreplaceable loneliness, like an unfillable hole in your soul, eternally unfillable."
"So I hoped he would stay, because it was truly too lonely with just me left."
"We prepared for a very long time, then started the ritual, everything went smoothly, and after the ceremony, Nassero never mentioned returning."
"We even lived peacefully for a while. Honestly, that was one of the few happy times."
