It was already late into the night. Helena felt as though a whole century had passed.At long last, the heavy wooden doors of the backroom were shoved open from outside. The cold night wind swept in as a tall figure hurried inside."Helena!"Helena recognized it. That was Fred's voice.He had clearly come over in a rush. His usually immaculate short hair was slightly disheveled now, and his breathing was heavy. The moment his eyes landed on the frail figure in the center of the backroom, barely able to stay upright, his pupils contracted. Rage and guilt seized his heart in an instant."Get up!" he barked, striding forward, ignoring the oppressive solemnity of the backroom and the memorial tablets looming above them. The second his arm came in contact with Helena, her thin body, which had been holding on through sheer force of will, finally gave out, and she collapsed toward him.Her eyes were filled with tears, and her lips, pale from the cold, trembled as she asked, "What ar
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