A peaceful world is the most beautiful ideal that many people aspire to. No pain haunts. Everything that is filled with love will run very smoothly. Until finally, it all ends on the mortal side.
 
The world is the world; no one can create heaven in the world as well as hell. The world is an ambiguous place. Black and white are not so clear there. The world is a place where people must strive to show their true colors.
 
"Are you sure he will kill me?" asked Mr. Vatic doubtfully.
 
"He will kill you. But you can run and save yourself. elf. If you don't want to die, leave the house before 9 p.m.If you don't want to die, leave the house before 9 pm. But if you insist on confirming that that person is the killer of your friend and student, I can't guarantee that you will survive. That person has dark eyes," said the brown-haired man.
 
Running away might be the most viable option, but for Mr. Vatic, knowing the truth about who killed those closest to him was far more important.
 
"I hope if you want to choose to save yourself. I hope there are no more victims here," said the man, sounding sad.
 
"I don't know... I'm not sure myself. Leaving and saving myself might sound ideal. But it feels like I can't leave all this without a clear certainty." Mr. Vatic did not want his mind to be filled with questions that he could not yet find clear answers to.
 
"If that is your decision, in the end, I cannot stop you. Indeed, anything so desired by an individual cannot be broken so easily. Well, I respect that decision." The brown-haired man then walked away from Mr. Vatic. But before actually leaving, he gave Mr. Vatic a message: "Before you leave, I ask that you tell that boy to stay away from that strange man. Also, give the most precious thing in your life to that boy. Just entrust yourself to that boy," he ordered before leaving.
 
"I will do as you ask. I trust that boy as much as I trust you," Mr. Vatic murmured.
 
***
 
An opaque love is always hesitant to be touched. Then it feels like there is only a basic doubt about that love. A love that doubts each other's existence. Just like living in a dark dream.
 
Halb breathed heavily. There have been a lot of bad things happening lately. And it had become a clear burden on his mind. He knew that this kind of risk would haunt his mind. But what else could it be? He was too aware to drown in the name of darkness.
 
"Are you sure you can live like this?" Halb looked at the man who was currently lying on the sofa. The man looked like he was semi-conscious.
 
"Your dosage is very low. I can't sleep if the medicine does not affect me," the man complained desperately.
 
"I'm desperate for you. Your depression is getting to me now. Rain, please stop and don't do this anymore." Halb was desperate to face Rain.
 
There was a cracking sound. It was certain that the voice came from the stoned man. "You can't help me anymore, Halb?"
 
"I'm desperate to see you like this. Seeing you like this is mentally torturing me. You cannot forever depend on the drugs I prescribe for you. You always dare to take extreme measures, but in reality, you run away as soon as you do. You are not responsible at all. You run away from your problems," Halb said disappointedly.
 
"Your words just now show your desperation for me. It looks like I've already troubled you too much," Rain retorted.
 
"Is there only one path you can take in this world?" Halb now squatted in front of Rain and said, "Answer me, Rain!"
 
Rain smiled slightly. "It's true that in this world there is only one path, and the name of that path is suffering. There is no other path I can take. I've fallen into hell; there's no going back as if nothing happened. Hell is dark, lonely, and desolate. I am a demon living in that hell," he said.
 
"And I am a demon just like you because I followed you," Halb said.
 
"You're a human, not a demon like me." Rain still flashed a faint smile at Halb. "Don't compare yourself to a demon."
 
"So do you. I see you as a human, not a demon," Halb retorted.
 
Rain laughed loudly at Halb's reply. "It looks like demons are good at influencing humans," she said amidst her laughter.
 
***
 
7 Days Later
 
Regen stood at Mr. Vatic's grave. The young man placed a bouquet of white roses there. "If only I could have protected you, you would not have ended up like this," he regretted. Regen remembered when Fallen had warned him to see Mr. Vatic immediately, but his distrust of Fallen had made him not listen to the warning.
 
"What do you think about this matter?" Fallen, who was standing behind Regen, tried to guess what kind of tantrum the young man would show.
 
"The answer is obvious. You don't need to break my mentality at a time like this," Regen said desperately.
 
"You're whining like a toddler right now. I thought I'd get a typical tantrum attack from you this time. It's a little disappointing to find yourself like this," Fallen quipped.
 
"What a masochist!" Tsk... I must admit that I was wrong this time. I've never been able to trust you, but seeing reality like this makes me realize that demons can tell the truth just to trap others," Regen retorted indifferently.
 
"Pray to God often so that you won't be bothered by this demon." Fallen smiled, then helped place a bouquet of two-colored carnations.
 
Seeing the bouquet placed on Lord Vatic's grave made Regen tug at Fallen's collar. "You bastard! Are you still insulting him until his last moment?"
 
The two carnations meant "I cannot be with you,", especially the yellow one. The yellow flower meant "insult," and it was clear that the meaning of the flower was to insult someone.
 
"But can't you see with your own eyes?" This too clearly states how our relationship is depicted. Even in a different place, I would never do something like this." Fallen pushed Regen's hand away. "Why do you look so naive? What do you expect from me? Kindness?"
 
Regen hissed as he pushed Fallen away. "I hope this time God hears my prayers," he said sounding desperate.