A little girl wearing a melon-shaped cap—one calles herself the system—was the one who had beheaded the three girls.
All because they lacked the Broken Shield.
A condition none of them could control.
A reasoning so absurd, it begged for explanation.
Lora's eyes twitched as they met Jamie's. His gaze met hers—passion burning in both, even though one was about to fade forever. Her lips trembled, trying to form words, only to be drowned by silence.
"Am I dreaming?" Jamie thought, his eyes dark with emotion. His body frozen—not with fear, but with rage.
"No… this isn't real!" He tried to convince himself.
But the dull thuds of falling bodies told him otherwise, ripping away any illusion.
"Hey, why are you all upside down!" Charlotte's voice cut through the heavy air, her tone light.
No answer came. Only eyes glistening with tears, moments away from bursting.
