A smooth ice prism appeared in a dilapidated room, and Jiang Yuze combed his hair against this mirror.

This damn world outside the walls, filthy and dilapidated, is not at all the place where someone of his stature should be.

But fortunately, after a little tidying up, this face of his... It's still so handsome.

Jiang Yuze's idea is not blind confidence, if he changes into a serious outfit, takes care of his hair a little, and matches it with a harmless smile, coupled with his already handsome and somewhat bookish face, there should be many people who regard him as a handsome and learned warm man.

Coupled with his illustrious background, he can become the perfect partner in the eyes of many people of the opposite sex no matter where he goes.

However, people can't look good, who can know that this person who looks like a talent, no matter what field he looks like a pillar of talent, every year his family will have a few young and beautiful lives quietly disappear?

However, due to his own excellence and background, it is difficult for anyone to make his filth public, and even if he did, the truth would be buried in the earth along with the corpses of those warriors.

Jiang Yuze half-squinted, his expression revealed a bit of lazy temperament, he raised his wrist and carefully rolled up his sleeves neatly, revealing the decorative bracelet carved from a valuable magic stone on his wrist.

Noble, elegant, perfect!

It was a stark contrast to the ruins and the disheveled Beth behind her.

Jiang Yuze turned his head, looked at Beth with dull eyes, and smiled slightly, his relaxed and easy-going appearance made people feel like a spring breeze.

He gently pinched Beth's chin and forced Beth to look at him.

"You know, I've already said it, you're just my dog."

"You think you can get rid of me by finding someone else's shelter? It's ridiculous. ”

"You remember, where I am, I am the law, and if you want to resist, this is the consequence."

Beth didn't answer, she just looked at him silently, as if she was dead.

Soon, Jiang Yuze felt that this revenge was meaningless, and Beth was now like a rag doll without a soul, so he couldn't arouse any interest.

It's time to change the prey, although the relationship between the remaining few people in the team is not too good with him, but after he has taken care of everything, go back and buy the media to slowly whitewash, and then let time dilute the bad impression he left, and it won't be long before he is still the glorious Jiang Yuze.

"They're going to come out soon." Jiang Yuze looked at the passage he had sealed with an ice pick.

"I think they'll treat you well, after all, such a beautiful body once intoxicated me."

Jiang Yuze lowered his eyes, and his hand slowly moved downward.

Still, Beth didn't respond.

Finally, Jiang Yuze's last bit of interest in Beth also dissipated, he stood up and walked out without looking back, leaving Beth alone in the ruins.

After being silent in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, Beth heard another sudden sound of footsteps.

“... One, Nagayama Kazuma? ”

Beth opened her eyes and looked at the source of the voice, one last bit of hope in her gaze, but more of an evasion from the face of the person who was about to appear.

A familiar figure appeared, it was Nagayama Kazuma, standing among the layers of ice picks, his figure looming in the cold light and darkness.

"You're so dirty."

Nagayama Kazuma looked at Beth who was lying on the ground, and said without hiding the disgust in his eyes.

“... I'm sorry. Tears flowed down the corners of Beth's eyes, and she closed her eyes, suppressing the pain gushing out of her heart.

The last hope was dashed.

The corners of Nagayama's mouth twitched, he was saying something, far and near, but Beth couldn't hear it clearly.

It's like I'm going to die now.

If you die, you don't have to face a world that is worse than hell.

Sink into the darkest abyss, and even if it is there, it should be a little warmer than here.

With the last bit of strength in her body, Beth grabbed an angular piece of gravel beside her.

She desperately tried to hold back the desire to be in pain, but the tears were still flowing uncontrollably.

Why, she had to endure all this?

Anyone is fine, but who wants to give her a hand?

Beth lifted her hand and held the stone as if it were the key to hell and smashed it into her head.

Come on, it's all over.

She could still faintly hear Nagayama Kazuma's sneering in her ears, obviously with her eyes closed, but she seemed to be able to see Nagayama Kazuma's figure, looming in the cold light and darkness.

A warm hand grabbed Beth's wrist.

Beth opened his eyes in a trance, it was not Jiang Yuze, nor Nagayama Kazuma, but a strange man with a mask.

"Miss Crane, I'm sorry, it looks like I'm still late."

"Tsuru... Miss? ”

Beth muttered to herself, the noble and beautiful image of the white crane in her mind.

Is she really worthy of being called by this beautiful bird?

"I... It's dirty, I don't deserve it. ”

Beth said slowly, breathlessly.

"How could you be unworthy? That's made for you, and it's not you who is wrong with all this. ”

The masked strange man said softly, his deep voice as if it could sink into the best dreams.

"It's them who are wrong, it's just that God is unjust and let you suffer this pain." Finch whispered, holding Beth's hand and placing it on the bird-faced mask she was carrying, "Call me a finch if you want." ”

"Sparrow?"

"Yes, Miss Tsuru, would you like to join us? To bring pain to those who hurt you, to bring punishment to this world that makes you miserable? ”

Beth's eyes widened a little, and she looked at the finch in a daze: "Can I?" ”

"Of course, as I said, it's not you who are at fault, it's the beasts in human skin."

Beth's eyes glowed again, but this light on someone else's body would never make people feel warm.

Finch chuckled, and a strangely shaped scythe slipped into his hand.

The dark red pupils blinked at the junction of the scythe and the hilt, and it watched Beth silently, as if it was about to pull her soul directly into the darkness.

"It might hurt a little."

Black water, running down the blade, dripped down Beth's forehead and seeped into the depths of her soul.

One by one, white crane feathers emerged from under her skin and wrapped around Beth's body.

Beth groaned softly, her expression more serene than ever, as if she had arrived in the Sanctuary.

Pain, this pain seemed to wash her body.

"Welcome home, Tsuru."

The sound of the finch suddenly became extremely strange, as if there were countless voices stacked on top of each other.

Beth opened her eyes, and the magic halo on her body floated, and the pure white brilliance that originally represented white magic was dyed black little by little, until it was like ink, and it was so oppressive that people couldn't see it.

Like a gentleman, the finch took the crane by the hand and lifted it up.

Just as the two were about to leave, the finch suddenly turned its head and looked into the depths of the passage hidden by layers of ice picks.

"What's wrong?" Tsuru asked.

"It's fine, just a familiar breath."

Sparrow laughed, swinging his scythe in response to a dark notch.

"Let's go, I'll show you our fellow citizens, you will be very happy, and you will no longer be lonely from now on."