Erin smiled and shook her head.
"But this time my story reaches an end, a good end, Moon."
Erin walked towards death, without hesitation.
That's probably reality, illogical reality. Everyone was just talking nonsense, and now she generously faced death. Red Falcon seemed to have turned his thoughts, his gaze became terrified.
Erin is about to die. She might be the only person in this world who could possibly understand herself, and now she is going to die.
The wrist exerted force, but the needle couldn't pierce down. Lorenzo followed up, grabbed Erin's hand, stopping her action. Erin turned her head back, only to see a hideous face.
Lorenzo Holmes, what do you really want? What should you do?
You hold fast to morality, defend rules, so why are you doing this? For your noble character? But you have no character to speak of. You've killed people, done evil, you are destined for Hell. Your difference from evildoers is merely the difference in purpose.
