The Cyanided Heart+ Extra

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She fell when the other leg was hit.Satan's minions finally embraced her, and as a greeting, the rubble smashed her forehead.

She felt Jessica's cold, smug gaze, and lamented her own stupidity...probably.

...

Everything is your choice.At this time, whether you are confused or happy, where and when are you.Your choice is always right, for yourself.

Yes, this is my choice too.There is no right or wrong, just my true expectations.

If everything you see through your eyes remains unchanged, can the fleeting fireworks in the dark light up your bitter heart?

I do not know.

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How long will it take for the rain to stop?Amy felt the cold sweat running down her cheeks and falling into the soil with the raindrops.The hot and cold feeling tortured my nerves.

Amy caught a glimpse of where the light was.The muddy concrete road continues to the building at the end.The gray-white building is silent, exuding a serious atmosphere.The light of the searchlight pierced the darkness, as if signaling Amy to come.

There... someone must help me.Amy shuffled towards the building, mud soaking -shi - her trousers.The dizziness in the head became more and more serious.

The broken fence, stained with the ink of night, dances with the crooked bushes.Dodging the searchlights, they rushed to the embrace of the night without hesitation.

Go a little further, hold on one more step.However, with more energy than energy, a strong sense of dizziness erodes Amy.

Am I going to die here...?

Amy knelt down on the ground weakly, the figure of the building was reflected in her widened pupils, and then disappeared quickly.

The girl with long black hair fell into the heavy rain like a deep sleep, and the rain bloomed transparent flowers beside her.

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Standing in front of him was the same self.The soft and fluffy black short hair hangs naturally on the neck, the willow-like bangs are laid casually on the forehead, the thin lips are hesitant to speak, and only the sharp gaze from the blue eyes is left.

Why don't you talk... what do you want to say to me?

If you are willing to let me have a little selfishness, I will come close to your ear and state all my wishes to you——

But I don't need you to agree with me.Just talking about it will give me a little peace of mind, and you can choose to be silent.

why.You just widen your eyes and shake your head.Your every move is very similar to theirs.Then you said something, in order to hear your words, I leaned closer to you again--

"rebel."

In the abyss of self-denial, you and the falling me go against each other.And under that abyss, I saw the end of my dream.

That would be great.Because I am free at this moment, whether I think or act.

Anyway... goodbye.

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Water droplets fell along the edge of the huge black umbrella.The dull thunder and rain formed a chaotic and depressing symphony.

Her black hair was blown by the wind.The brim of the umbrella covered her face, which was blurred by the drifting rain.Aging lamps cast a decadent yellowish light.

Someone was lying on the ground not far away.

is a girl.She was all-shit through, her long black hair jumbled together with a rumpled dark blue blouse.Her lips were bloodless, and she gritted her teeth as if in pain.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the girl on the ground, whether she questioned or murmured to herself——

"...Why did you come to this kind of place?"

The sound of pattering rain quickly washed away her voice.

Chapter 17 No.17: Devil's Web

War also loves (eats) fine food, he takes away the good and keeps the bad. --Da Thompson

Wendy felt herself being dragged.Pain and the like have disappeared, leaving only the vague transmission of photoreceptor cells.

Red and yellow, blue and black.She intermittently used her eyeballs to catch the shadows passing through her eyelids.

…who I am?

...

Amy opened her eyes with difficulty.His head was still groggy, his cold hair was squeezed into his collar and huddled up, as if he was afraid of something.

She wants to stand up.But his hands seemed to be tied to the handles on both sides of the chair by something like iron chains, as were his ankles.

What's wrong with me? …where am I?Unanswered questions slammed into Amy's head indiscriminately, making her feel even more flustered.

By the way... I found a building with lights before.Then... what happened to me?

Could it be... have I been arrested again?Fear and despair passed through Amy's body like an electric current.

The electric lights overhead flickered dimly.Amy looked around a little with the light.This was a narrow compartment, with a heavy metal door on his right hand side, and a smooth and opaque wall facing him.