Celine opened her eyes with a faint pain.
Unusually heavy eyelids parted, and a faint light seeped in. As the retina accepted the stimulation, a sharp headache assaulted her.
A groan escaped between her bitten lips.
“Heu, eu… Keuk!”
Tok, tok, tok.
Each time the pain tapped on her skull, the blurry memories played back one by one.
Revenge.
Flames.
Ian oppa.
And countless sins.
The girl’s body trembled like an experimental animal pierced by needles in its spinal cord. Instinctively clutching her head, her eyelashes convulsed between tightly shut eyelids.
“Ah, no…….”
The first language she uttered was ‘denial.’
Because she absolutely couldn’t understand it, and didn’t want to understand it either.
The woman chanted again in a terrified voice.
“Th-That can’t be… It’s not me… I, I didn’t want to do that…….”
She had burned hundreds of lives.
She had committed arson without hesitation, and in madness from grudge, she had indiscriminately slaughtered even the innocent. Moreover, she had even driven the battered Ian further into a corner.
She shouldn’t have done that.
She couldn’t be forgiven. Now, begging for mercy was crossing the line by far.
What Celine had burned with a single gesture wasn’t some old grudge.
It was literally everything.
No place to return to, no loved ones, nothing remained. Literally ‘alone.’
The premonition of vicious solitude dug into her…