Black is black, and those so-called "lights" are merely traps that lure insects, tempting you to step out only to repeat the same old acts. Killing, stealing, sex, deceit. It's the same everywhere... Believing you can escape that is too arrogant, isn't it?
Then, in that moment when he lowered his head, he slightly understood his emotions.
So that's how it is. He should be a bit luckier.
He encountered a true light, not those deceptive flames that lure moths. So, unknowingly, he started running toward the light, adapting to a life of white. But that ray of light was just extinguished by him.
"See, I was right, wasn't I?" The woman smiled grotesquely, "Some people are hopeless from birth."
Kerky slowly raised her hand, her blood-soaked fingertips touching the young man's face. Was it an apology she wanted to make? Or a mockery? A confession? An intent to harm? In her chaotic mind, thoughts were already muddled. Her damaged throat pressed out an unclear, weak sound.
