A slow and sluggish tone...

Lean flesh without muscles...

Only walking a short amount before needing to gasp...

A fragile heart that couldn’t even trample on a single ant...

People hated every aspect of me. Between those who ignored me and those who mocked me for being pathetic, I always felt guilty. I thought I was wrong. I thought my existence was a nuisance.

Then I met her.

“You’re not wrong.”

She told me.

You are cautious, not slow. You aren’t weak. You’re just different from others. The reason you can’t hurt an ant is that you know how to be considerate and respectful.

“You aren’t guilty. It is the other people around you who are mean.”

She was my lighthouse. She was my only home. I relied on her arms, and she protected me. Even when those beasts humiliated her, she smiled and assured me that she was fine. A hundred times, a thousand times... 

No, she would’ve been a million times more scared and pained, but she...

“Ah...”

He couldn’t reach again. His arms and legs were too slow, unable to stop her from flying from the window. His dull mouth couldn’t speak, and he couldn’t apologize to her—the one who was sad. Like his heart, the arrow was already piercing Euphemina’s heart. Her appearance resembled that of his former lover falling from the window.

“Ahh...!”

He already knew. Reality and the game were different. Death in a game was...