I watched my own death.

Mary was weeping as she clung to my lifeless body.

Emily was sobbing as she held Raphne close.

In their presence, Raphne, shaken by the belief that I would return, shed tears.

And I witnessed it all.

‘…It’s more heartbreaking than I expected.’

I knew everyone would be sad about my death, but I hadn’t anticipated such a dreadful atmosphere.

I had only shared the truth with Raphne, knowing she might go berserk when I disappeared.

‘…No, maybe it’s better this way.’

From the perspective of the murderer, seeing Mary and Emily, who appeared unaffected …