Rainbow—no, it should be said that Alice is sitting quietly in the corner with another identity. The girl's eyes, both clear and profound, watched the tip of the dagger dance, altering its angle in her slender hand—the spinning blade resembling her unease and vulnerability during a certain period.
But the blade stopped, turning cold, sharp, and gleaming with a chilling light.
She believed those people weren't sheltering her; they were giving her a chance to atone for her sins. That's all it was. It felt like a transaction, at least the buying and selling parties were equal.
The word "equal" seemed to prick the girl, causing her slightly purple eyes to narrow.
She found it hard to say whether this was equality or dependency on charity. She felt her sensitivity and paranoia growing, becoming increasingly indifferent and acerbic.
She thought, let the memories of the past remain in the past.
