Confused about how she feels and whether or not she'll confess, she comes to the conclusion that she's his secret admirer. Or at least for now. No one knows what the future holds.
Fear, anger, and pain… those were the things I always felt when someone was dying, they were all dying one by one, bloodshed everywhere, and the main root of their death was I, alone. This is a thrill...
Confused about how she feels and whether or not she'll confess, she comes to the conclusion that she's his secret admirer. Or at least for now. No one knows what the future holds.
Fear, anger, and pain… those were the things I always felt when someone was dying, they were all dying one by one, bloodshed everywhere, and the main root of their death was I, alone. This is a thrill...