The night beat against the walls, drowned in the mirrors, black as Lucas's soul, and just as insensitive. Indifferent to someone else's grief, hiding crimes with a black veil. My legs were numb, and I sat in the same position, realizing that I no longer wanted to get up and fight. On the field with black pieces, I was initially doomed to failure.

It is not known how long she sat like that - if it were not for a muscle cramp, she probably would not have moved. He stabbed with an unpleasant itch a long drawn-out incision along the back. Soulless monster's mark. He said he did it for...