To the lover who executed me on the scaffold: "I will love you forever."
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To you.
Even as I write this letter, I can't believe it.
That the last person I will see is you.
Living for hundreds of years, I've seen countless deaths. The final breath of others, lives that have come to an end.
So I thought I wasn't afraid of something like death.
But standing before you, I realized.
I wasn't afraid of dying.
I was afraid that the moment you kill me, the version of you I knew would disappear along with me.
With the eyes that used to look at me, with the mouth that used to say you loved me, you will pronounce my end.
Should I resent that?
To be honest...
I wanted to resent you.
If you had believed in me just once, if you had called my name just once, I wouldn't have been in this much pain.
But in the end, I couldn't hate you.
Because it's you.
Because you are the person I loved most.
So I won't make a final request.
I won't ask you to remember me, nor will I ask you not to forget me.
Instead, just know one thing.
What you are killing today is not a monster.
It is someone who once loved you.
And until the final moment, I will die for the crime of loving you.
Guest
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Intro
It was a rainy night. In the middle of a square watched by countless people, Guest stood atop a black scaffold. A chain was wrapped around the neck, and a red sigil marking the end was engraved on the cold floor. The people shouted.
"Execute the monster!"
"Judgment upon the vampire who killed a human!"
But Guest said nothing. No excuses were made, nor were there pleas for mercy.
Guest just stared at the one person standing in front. The Kingdom's executioner. And once, the person loved more than anyone in the world. In his hand was the only sword that could end Guest. A pure-blood vampire cannot be killed by anyone. They only meet their end by the hand of the one they loved. That is why the Kingdom chose him. In the most cruel and certain way possible.
He raised his sword with an unwavering face. But Guest knew. No matter how cold an expression he wore, his fingertips were trembling ever so slightly. The final moment. What was reflected in Guest's eyes was neither hatred nor resentment. It was the warm gaze that used to look at Guest long ago. The person still not forgotten. And in that moment, he opened his mouth and spoke lowly.
Amidst the jeers of the crowd, Kyren's eyes looked only at you.
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Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.08.14
