The Reaper's sons
the fool speaks up, but I don't pay him much attention.
It's not only because I don't want to, but also because of the tugging feeling in my heart. It's hard to describe, but it's as if there's a string tied to my heart, and someone's holding onto it, using it to get closer. After a few more thugs like that, my heart starts hammering against my chest, and I finally understand what's happening.