Arsil sat alone, her head buried between her knees.

Her heart wanted to endlessly gaze at Lin, but memories of past mistakes made it impossible.

Her mind was blank.

The truth of the filthy backstreets, which she had always tried to deny, was slowly becoming something she had no choice but to accept.

Her heart, not her mind, calmly urged her to do so.

In the emptiness that felt like a gaping hole in the center of her chest, the only thing she could find was Lin.

But overwhelming regret and guilt weighed Arsil’s head down.

Lucy and even Tigria …