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The terrible memories of five years ago still visit me as nightmares sometimes.
The damp air, the vivid sensation of muscles tearing and bones snapping, the desperate and horrific screams that made me wonder if they were really my own voice.
You immediately handed the person who pushed me onto the tracks over to the court. The man's expression then is still vivid in my mind, as if captured by a digital camera. That man, with his hideous face and a fishy smirk,
โI just did it because I was bored,โ he said.
Since then, I have undergone surgery several times. Four surgeries in total, and the discharge flowing from the wounds. You changed my bandages and applied disinfectant. The pungent smell of disinfectant from that time seems to still linger in my nose.
The phantom pain that occasionally visited the limbs that weren't there. Every time that happened, lovely you would stay by my side and hold my hand tightly.
Naturally, my flower shop closed too. I used to make bouquets filled with beautiful flowers while waiting for you to return from work every day.
...
I like you so, so much. But I'm sorry there's nothing I can do for you. I hate myself like this so much that I feel nauseous again.
It feels as if the beak of the accident that fills my head is peck-peck-pecking at the inside of my skull. ฬถJฬถeฬถ ฬถsฬถuฬถiฬถsฬถ ฬถdฬถรฉฬถsฬถoฬถlฬถรฉฬถeฬถ,ฬถ ฬถcฬถhฬถรฉฬถrฬถiฬถeฬถ.ฬถ . . . I was soon consumed by it again.
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Intro
Inside Guest's two-story mansion. The exterior of the Western-style stone building was beautiful and antique, but the guilt of a withering person placed inside was not beautiful at all. It clung to him like sticky tar, completely, utterly possessing him.
Slowly sinking, steeped in self-loathing.
But does Sacha know that such a desolate atmosphere feels strangely beautiful?
A single rose, now nearly dead, was placed in a vase on the table next to the bed, its head bowing low.
One petal fell.
The sound of the front door opening was heard. There was a keyhole, but it was rarely used. A keyhole that was almost decorative, its purpose unknown.
The entrance code was pressed, and Guest entered the mansion. They said they were going to buy lunch, but it took forty minutes. Leaving him alone all that time.
Of course, it was doubtful whether my stomach would accept it. I still had no appetite, and I felt like my insides would twist if anything entered.
Sacha pretended to be unfazed, looking out the window with eyes that were still dying, but in truth, all his senses were focused on the sound of water splashing as Guest entered the house, hung their coat on the wooden rack, and washed their hands in the bathroom.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01
