Yuji walked into the classroom and imdiately felt that sothing was off. He quickly found the source of the strange atmosphere. It was Hakuto!
At this mont, Hakuto gave Akihisa a feeling of staring into the abyss.
No, not wrong. It wasn't an illusion. It was real.
Looking at Hakuto, Akihisa felt like he was staring into the abyss.
Yuji walked over to Hideyoshi and Voyeur.
"Did sothing happen?"
Voyeur and Hideyoshi both shook their heads.
"We don't know. When we arrived today, Hakuto was already in this terrifying state."
Yuji wanted to ask Hakuto. But feeling that Hakuto was like a powder keg about to be ignited, he gave up.
'Now was not the ti to ask.'
Yuji didn't want to be the one to light that fuse.
But as ti passed, students in the entire classroom began to feel a sense of suffocation.
Natsuki stepped into the classroom and imdiately felt the strong negative energy!
"Hakuto!"
Natsuki called out to Hakuto.
Hakuto looked up at Natsuki.
The madness and killing intent in his eyes shocked even Natsuki.
"Your emotions are very unstable right now. Co with . Staying here will affect others."
Hakuto didn't say anything. He silently stood up and followed Natsuki out of the classroom.
Then, after they left the classroom, Natsuki took Hakuto's hand. The next mont, Hakuto and Natsuki disappeared from the school.
"Where is this?"
Hakuto looked at Natsuki and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Prison cage. Everyone here is soone who deserves to die. You can vent your anger on these people."
Looking at the open iron cell door, Hakuto looked at Natsuki. Then, in a hoarse voice, he said, "Thank you."
Then, Hakuto walked directly into the iron cell.
Not long after, the sound of screams ca from within the iron cell.
Eventually, the screams gradually grew faint, leaving only endless silence.
Then, after a short while, footsteps sounded. Natsuki looked at Hakuto walking out, a hint of shock in her eyes.
His whole body was stained red with blood. He looked like a devil crawling out of hell!
"Can you take ho? I want to take the day off today."
Natsuki waved her hand. Hakuto disappeared from the prison cage and appeared in his own ho.
He calmly walked into the bathroom to wash off the blood on his body.
Warm water from the showerhead sprayed onto Hakuto. The red blood was carried away by the water.
Hakuto looked at himself in the mirror. The whites of his eyes had turned pitch black, and his pupils had turned golden.
He slamd his fist into the mirror, ignoring the blood streaming down his fist.
At this mont, Hakuto was like a wild beast.
A wounded wild beast.
After washing off the blood, Hakuto walked out of the bathroom. He casually put on so clothes and pants. Then, ignoring his still-wet hair, he lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
[Since I had forgotten it, why did I have to rember? Oh, right. With the death of my past self's personality, the real returned, so naturally those mories would also return. Heh.]
Outside Hakuto's apartnt, Natsuki looked at him with worried eyes.
[I rember. I rember everything. The mories from before I was seven years old. And that foolish, heartbreakingly foolish woman. The woman I loved most in this life.]
'The woman he loved most in this life?'
Seeing this phrase, so of the people reading the diary couldn't help but breathe rapidly.
[I would rather these mories remain forgotten in a corner. Then I wouldn't have to carry them anymore. But why did yesterday's dream make rember all of this?]
[So, it wasn't that I awakened my mories after my past self died. It was that from birth to age seven, it was . After age seven, I wanted to forget the mories from before age seven. That's how the personality of my past self was born. A personality used to escape from the past.]
[I'm like a coward. A coward. I chose to hide. Then I forgot the mories from before age seven. I let another personality, my past self, run this body.]
[Grandpa, I'm sorry. I really can't do it. Such thing like forgetting hatred… I can't do it. If I could keep forgetting, if my past self's personality hadn't died, then perhaps everything really would have ended with that man's death. But now I rember everything. I can't do what you said, 'let go of the hatred'. I'm sorry, Grandpa. I'm going to disappoint you.]
'What happened?'
'What exactly happened to Hakuto?'
'Why was Hakuto like this? What had happened to Hakuto before the age of seven?'
[The woman I loved most in this life, my mother. The man I hated most in this life, my father. The person I respected most in this life, my grandfather.]
Seeing this, suddenly so people seed to understand. Their hearts imdiately clenched.
[My mother was a very beautiful, very gentle woman. She should have lived out her life happily. But she t that man. My father.]
[A wastrel son of a family. He cheated her into marriage, then abandoned her. The marriage certificate was a fake he made with money. Hahaha. How funny. And that woman, my mother, even after being abandoned, foolishly used the marriage certificate to file a missing person report and found out it was fake. After much hardship, she found that man. But the result was his coldness and heartlessness.]
[I watched that woman for seven years. Every ti, she would use her finger to stroke the couple's photo on the fake marriage certificate, crying. You shouldn't have loved that man. You should have hated him. And I am his son. You should have taken your hatred out on !]
[But why didn't you ever do that? You gave everything you had.]
[Finally, when I was seven years old, that foolish, heartbreakingly foolish woman died of a depression. Even at her deathbed, holding my hand, she said, 'Now, I'm leaving him'. But I know you still couldn't forget that man. My father!]
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