C310 Sobbing of the Soul

The only one who smiled at me was the one who had hanged them.

But it was only a split-second, and I didn't have time to see the man clearly.

The image of his face remained blurred in my mind, and after what I had just experienced, I felt fear and hatred for this man, fear that he would come and go like a ghost, and hate that he would tease me time and time again