Preface
Once you kill a person, killing another won't make a difference.
I vividly remember the fire, the blood, his face—that night. Jyo stood two feet away from his corpse, holding a knife, crying. I was lying six meters away from them, and with my blurry vision, I saw how he threw the knife away to wipe the blood off of his hands with his blood-stained white school uniform. I had a glimpse of his horrified face when he took a step back and ran away. And before my eyelids fell for a long slumber, tears fell, and regret came to me.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have fallen for you, Jyo.
DISCLAIMER!!
This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
NOTE:
This story contains sexual violence-related content. I am also a victim of sexual violence, and I do not intend to make readers feel uncomfortable. Though the scenes wouldn't be written in a detailed manner, I couldn't guarantee that they won't trigger someone's trauma. Read at your own risk!