Bad End

It was infuriating listening to the maddened spiels of a man who had long since been released from his sanity.

"What the hell are ya' on about…?! What's yer' game here, huh?! Why're you attacking us–?!" Myung-Hee shouted out at the man.

As he was holding himself in a sad embrace, he suddenly stopped, seizing his tears as his expression shifted back to almost complete apathy as he stared dead center at the brunette-haired woman.

"What's the purpose of this? Need you ask? Is it not obvious? Is our work not clear? Is it fogged? Is it hazed? Is it that unclear? Is? It?" The man spoke quickly before stopping, adjusting himself as he tugged on the leash of the hound-man, pulling him back, "...Forgive me, I let go of my emotions for a moment there."

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