Because of the existence of trust, betrayal and deception were made.

She asks.

“Why’s it turned out like this?” seems futile, however. Since an answer did not exist. Still could not bring herself to not ask even though. It would be no different to yielding, after all. So rather prepared to repeat and ask again and again.

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He spoke. “My lady.” He did this sinister who's prepared to sacrifice everything for his ambition. Who's prepared to sink the world to darkness for his own good.

“We have located the location of the runaway.” He reported.

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She then responds.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“They were in the slum,” he said.

“fufu!” as though they were something off laughing at the man's words she begun to laugh. Was there?

“For real slum? Well, where she belonged.”

“You were precisely right, my lady.”

“Anyway’s good work, so what then?” she asked.

“Please rest assured. I’ll be sure to bring the head of that girl to you.”

The man then added. “The nightwalkers were on their way now.”

Smirk. the woman smirked, “ho! I have my expectations.”

“Yes!” After that the man then smiles wickedly like a devil peering from the gate of hell. Peering at his pray that soon would be in his hand.

“They said that our struggle is the mirror of our life.”

“And mirror can’t eat people since we fought back.” he paused just to smile disturbingly. “We’ll see about that.”