Deathbringer looked back and forth between his shrunken arms and legs and the gravestone towering in front of him.
Emmett.
The crooked letters, crudely carved into the stone, stung terribly.
“Emmett…….”
Why was he looking at this?
And why had Emmett’s grave appeared here?
More importantly, where was this place?
Those thoughts surfaced briefly, only to scatter faintly away in the end.
It felt like a dream.
The pitch-black world in which only the grave existed clearly seemed endlessly distant.
“Emmett, get up.”
But amid his scattering memories, the boy simply cried.
He sobbed and sobbed just as he had back then, in that past, when he had placed stones one by one over Emmett’s corpse.
“Don’t leave me here alone…….”
Ah.
I can’t see the path.
I don’t know where I’m supposed to go now, or how I’m supposed to live.
Emmett, I really…….
『What’s with this little brat?』
Then, all of a sudden, murmuring voices began coming from behind him.
They were horribly familiar voices….
And voices he missed.
『You’re telling me this little kid killed our guy?』
『To be precise, he wasn’t our guy. Just some dumb fuck who one-sidedly wanted us to take a liking to him.』
『Anyway. You’re saying this tiny little runt killed the goddamn bastard who’d been raising hell in the back alleys.』
Who did those voices belong to?
Who could they possibly belong to… for him to miss them this much?
Deathbringer wiped away his tears and tried to turn his head.
But another voice, coming from much closer, seized his attention before he could.
“Where are you trying to go,…