“Dad… Dad… please, save me…!”

In the scene where his daughter’s desperate screams echoed, Loen stood there blankly.

‘…’

His entire body was soaked in blood. His face was wet with tears. He stood frozen in front of his daughter, whose voice had grown hoarse.

Though he knew the scene before him was a dream, as he had seen it every night, his legs—driven by a father’s instinct—moved toward her, even knowing it wasn’t real.

"Histania Hannah…!"

Loen knelt in front of Hannah, but his hands couldn’t reach her. Like a sinner only allowed to observe, his hand grasped the …