He knew what this image was. Of course, he knew what this image was, which he could never forget and had haunted him for years and years.
How...could he forget?
How could he erase from his mind this horrible image, this image that ate him alive in his nightmares and appeared in his mind every time he fought?
How could he forget his sister's funeral?
The image he saw in front of him.
In the coffin with the head open, the white skin of her sister's white skin became even paler, and her cheerful and strong appearance was no longer visible and still. How could he forget everything when these images occasionally appeared in his dreams even now?
The tears that had fallen from his eyes, the times he couldn't eat, the times he refused to drink water and wished he could pull his hair out from stress. Wishing to die.
He was powerless.
