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What is despair?

Is it someone's death?

Yuna doesn't think so; death is already a form of release.

Because compared to death, Yuna has witnessed even more despairing things.

Slowly standing up, her hands begin to tremble.

Even though the person in front of her is looking at her and speaking to her, Yuna keeps reminding herself in her mind that the person is not herself but her past self.

Myself... myself?! No!!

A shield is raised, and Yuna steps back.

Realizing that the source of darkness is slowly guiding her thoughts, Yuna assumes a defensive stance.

The man in front of her is already dead; Barcelon, this person has already been killed by her.

Therefore, the person in front of her is definitely not real.

Believing firmly in her heart, but another Yuna laughs.

"Yeah~ that's right, you killed him~"

Relaxed and unaffected, the source of darkness is not afraid of Yuna's thoughts. To darkness, whether it's true or false, despair surpasses everything.

Ignoring the activities of the two Yunas, the memories continue.

At that time, Yuna took the opportunity and tried to escape.

But right here, in the hall of Barcelon's mansion, she was discovered and caught on the spot.

The devil-like man, Barcelon, looked at the girl crawling backward, laughing evilly and enjoying the scene.

Then, with one hand, he grabbed the past Yuna, slapping her, not in anger, but in agonizing discipline.

Unable to resist, Barcelon dragged her to a door in the hall.

"Do you know what's behind this door?"

With one hand pressing her against the door, her face pressed against it.

"Why not take a look for yourself, hahaha~"

With his right hand pushing open the door, Barcelon threw Yuna in with his left hand.

Rolling on the ground, her back hits something.

The naked body that she touches is another body.

As the moans continue, the same scene unfolds behind her.

"No... no..."

The girl struggles to get up, but Barcelon kicks her back to where she was with his foot.

Pressing her with his hand, Barcelon forces the girl to look at the source of the moans.

"Take a look, who is it?"

Moans, a foul smell, and a familiar figure.

The girl is stunned. She endured seven days in hell, strong and resilient, but now tears flow from her eyes, the deepest pain in her heart.

"Ah~ ♡ more, I want more~ ♡ Master~ ♡ I want more~ ♡"

It's not someone else; it's her mother.

The girl looks at the person who has been with her for seventeen years, someone who has the same appearance but is no longer the person the girl knows.

"...Mom... Mama..."

"Ah~ is it Yuna? God, right here~ it feels so... good! So good~"

Attacking and being attacked, the man who is now having a fierce battle with her mother kisses her, completely disregarding Yuna standing nearby.

"Wait!!!!"

Suddenly, someone shouts.

The world in her memory freezes, and everyone's actions stop.

But Yuna, whose body is shaking, does not immediately grasp the situation until a demon, another Yuna who looks exactly like her, forcibly appears in her line of sight.

"Not right~"

He laughed like a devil.

"Not right, not right!! This should...not be your most desperate memory~"

His eyes were jumping, while he played with Yuna's past, and the source of darkness happily wandered beside Yuna.

"It... is in front, right? Despair instinctively makes you forget that memory, but it's no fun like this~ You have to remember it to make it interesting!"

Time reversed, and the outside sky changed from night to day.

Countless men came and went, and the room went from the hallway back to a certain room.

This room was very special, with four huge glass panels in the center of the room, forming another small room within the room, like an exhibition hall.

And he, himself, was in the glass chamber.

"Here I come, here I come, here I come~"

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