Chapter 43

• It was dark and cold. The sound of dripping water was all I could hear. With my hands tied and hanging from my shackles, I found myself in the middle of a storage room. My feet barely reached the floor so that I could at least stand a little. Even if I didn't feel it, Misaki in front of me did. Her kimono was torn at the back and the wounds from the stock, used by my grandfather to punish me, were covered in blood. She was alone and nobody was interested in her, only me in my dreams.
• "I can help you put an end to all your suffering."
• I turned around and looked into the golden pair of eyes of the man with white hair. He came closer to the hanging Misaki and grabbed her chin. She was barely conscious.