"I was just kidding. Don't take it seriously." Viola sat back in her seat. "But if only I could do that every day. I'm willing to die now."

"Then go to hell now."

Since Zora Wood's death, Ada Wood had been afraid of the word, fearing that it would become a fact.

She was afraid that someone would leave her again.

So she ran away again. As long as she left, she knew nothing and didn't have to suffer the pain of losing.

"Ada, my heart hurts. How could you ask me to die?"

Viola covered her chest and fell to the ground, struggling desperately.

Ada Wood felt so humiliated...