"Who am I to you?"
"You are my love," I replied, my voice overflowing with warmth and devotion.
She nodded gently, her fingers slipping into mine.
"Yes… I am. Come with me, my love," she whispered.
I smiled and followed her willingly. But as we walked, my gaze fell on the cages again—on the broken, bleeding humans trapped inside.
A flicker of confusion broke through the haze.
"Love… why are there so many humans tied up like that?" I asked, my voice quiet, almost childlike in its curiosity.
Anahi stopped walking. Slowly, she turned to face me, her eyes shimmering as if she were about to cry.
"Would you scold me if I told you the truth?" she asked, her expression trembling with guilt.
Her voice shook with vulnerability. She looked so pitiful… so delicate.
Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted in my chest—as if someone had grabbed my heart and squeezed.
I gasped softly and shook my head, rushing forward to wrap my arms around her.
