You felt the cold water all over your body, the ice completely covering your wounds and closing them in a torturous way. However, that didn't matter anymore. It didn't matter with all the problems you had now.

You could feel Kyōhaku's gaze, following your every move with an expression that gave you chills. Fortunately, his followers couldn't enter the room, that would make it more uncomfortable than it already was.

Convinced by Kyōhaku's manipulative words, they somehow managed to locate you, adore you and venerate you. "You've been silent for so long, my precious angel... Not being able to hear your sweet voice for so long is torture~"