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Kean now seemed to be sitting down without caring about the increasing amount of dirt since he had not cleaned up after his emotional outburst. Deciding to go to the cemetery—this was what he always did when he was in an unsettled state, ever since Dean's death.

His black bead kept glancing at the empty grave in front of him. There were times when Kean lusted for something beyond reason—suicide. Strangely enough, it was instantly undone. Dean's words always reminded him to calm down and control his emotions, always ringing in his mind.

"Completely alone." Kean returned to kneading his white mane, occasionally grabbing it roughly. Gradually, there was a strange laughter, and the next second, the silence returned. What a mess.

"My brother left me, and Alvaro has gone back to his family. Now, I'm completely alone!"

The twinkle in his eyes had completely disappeared; there was more emptiness. Her white mane was suddenly dull as a result of being splashed with the thick, red-colored liquid