Norton was one of the very few family elders who didn't show hatred when facing her; he would even ask about her well-being with concern. But now it seemed it was all fake. It was nothing more than a chess player's pretense towards his own pieces.
The life named 'Silvia' was like a drama already arranged by others. All her joy, sorrow, the light in her despair, her aspirations, and hopes—all were actually lies meticulously designed by them.
A girl yearning for light ran clumsily through the Darkness, flailing her arms, futilely trying to grasp that faint beam. Meanwhile, those who planned this drama merely stood behind the scenes, pointing and critiquing the actor's clumsy performance on stage.
