I never thought that one day, Leila would die in such a way.

I used to hate her, and wish fervently for her death.

But when the day came, when she truly died before me, I found it hard to accept.

Even though she had indeed done many bad things, what should have awaited her was nothing more than the trial of the law, not such a silent death at the hands of some incomprehensible man.

"Why did you kill her?" I asked, my voice trembling. I knew the man with the surname Earhart standing before me was not simple, but I didn't expect he could kill without batting an...