“Hey, there~” A black clothed young man with wavy hair and pitch-black eyes called out to a youth with a smile.

“What are you doing out here in the cold?”

“Cold?” The youth asked. “How do you know that it’s cold here when you can’t see anything but darkness?”

“Just because I know…” The black clothed young man chuckled.

“Ah… oh yeah, that’s right.” The black clothed young man suddenly thought about something. He faced the youth and asked,

“Who are you?”

“Who are you?” But the youth also asked at the same time.

“Me?” The black clothed young man smiled unmeant. “I’m Allen, Allen Bando…”

“Ah, really?” The youth asked indifferently. All this time, he was wearing his poker face and no expression could be seen on it. “I’m Allen too…”

“But, you seem happy… I don’t like happy people.” The youth suddenly muttered.

“Ah, I know…” The black clothed young man nodded. "What else do you hate?"

“I don’t like seeing people enjoying…”

“Because it makes you jealous that they’re enjoying and you are not?” The black clothed young man muttered with a faint smile.

“I don’t like seeing people smile…”

“Because it emphasizes their happiness and you’re vexed because you are not happy at all?”

“I don’t like people loving…”

“Isn’t that because you felt that no one truly loved you?”

“I don’t like people caring…”

“Because no one had truly cared for you, am I right?”

“… …”

“Then what do you like?” The black clothed young man smiled faintly. His eyes reflected a hint of helplessness and sorry…

“You hated everything this world has to offer… then what do you desire?”

“You don’t know… am I right?”

“… …”

“That’s because you have become a broken doll…”

“Broken?” the youth finally responded.

“Un, and that’s because of me.”

The black clothed young man looked at above, as if recalling something nostalgic, his lips curled into a gentle smile; “I… I have once lost my mind. I have forgotten everything even the one I used to love and became nothing but a doll of destruction…”

“… …”

“It’s like a disease… an incurable disease. There’s neither cure nor treatment. In the end, it’s like it's already written in the script and the ending has already been decided.”

The black clothed young man once again cast his gaze to the youth. “What’s worse, you will also become like me.”

“… …”

“But it’s not that bad because you will also experience happiness and bliss for a short moment of time.”

“Soon, you will make new friends, comrades, and family. You will see new hope and light across the darkness.”

“I’m not sure how or why, either it’s ‘her’ work or the machinations of fate but many people will be attracted to you like a moth to a summer flame… or maybe it was the other way around. It might be you who will get burned in the end.”

“Most importantly, even if you don’t do anything, people still care a lot about you. There will be people who will cry for you, grieve for you, smile for you, endure for you, and love you with all of their hearts. They will go against the world if need be…”

“In any case, that always happened… to me, to you and to us.”

“That is our fate. No matter what world it is, no matter what time it is, they will come for sure. It’s not probable but inevitable… maybe it was the effect of our curse…” The black clothed young man tilted his head in bewilderment.

“You will feel peace and loved but,” The voice of the black clothed young man became and distant and yet sorrowful.

“Whether it is good or not, you will find out when the time comes.”

“What you will do, it will be up to you…”

After saying those last words, the black clothed young man faded and disappeared while wearing a smile. But for some reason, this smile was sad and sorrowful. It’s as if, he was mourning…

“I…”