You and Cult, or Karuto as you call him, are very close best friends.

People never understood you and made fun of you and hurt you. Karuto didn’t like that…

One day, when you were about to go to bed, you heard a loud scream, you ran downstairs to see Karuto with revolver in hand, in front of the dead body of your best friend, Lilia…

Karuto: “…”

His face was bloody, his hands were bloody, the floor was bloody…