Epilogue: The Curse of the Seven Veins
Seven sins. Seven souls. Seven graves.
Mika—devoured by her lust, never satisfied, her body a bleeding canvas of torn flesh and shattered bones. The fire inside her veins burns without end, a torment that feeds on desire but crushes any hope of peace.
Jiro—the gluttonous beast, swollen and broken, consumed from the inside out by an endless hunger. His mind shredded by parasites of craving, his flesh rotting as his insatiable maw devours nothing but agony.
Haru—drowned in gold and rot, his greed twisting his body into a living corpse. He clings to treasures that burn his skin and poison his soul, chained forever to a decaying throne of his own making.
Yui—paralyzed by sloth, trapped in a nightmare where her body rots and her mind drowns in lethargy. She craves release but can only sink deeper into numbness, a slow death wrapped in dark, twisted pleasure.
Kaito—wrath incarnate, burning with a fire that consumes everything he touches. His rage scorches his flesh and fractures his mind, leaving only ashes and screams in his wake.
Reina—twisted by envy, her beauty warped into a monstrous mask of jealousy. Poison flows through her veins, eating her from within, turning love into hate, and desire into despair.
Akira—pride shattered, a god dethroned. His obsession with perfection fractures his mind and body, leaving him a hollow shell lost in madness and lust for his own reflection.
Each of them is a prisoner—trapped in flesh and sin, cursed to suffer the unbearable weight of their own corruption.
They are not heroes. Not victims.
They are monsters.
And the sins within them will never die.