“This is why you can hardly “talk” or do anything huh?” he questioned, “It’s too much for you.” Slightly she moved her head up and down and his grin died down. He eyed the bandage that was on the side of her neck,

“Don’t you feel as if you were cheated?” he inquired and she raised her head up.

Her mind drifted to the memories of that day where she was on her knees, blood draining down her neck and a knife gripped tightly in her hands. She looked up at a man who wore a white suit and had long black hair tied in a ponytail. He gazed down at her with golden eyes and a smile that was untrustworthy.

“He came to you after you took your own life didn't he? And he said that bullshit line of…” Paradise inhaled, 

“Would you like to come work for us and gain a better life than the one you had?”

  he mimicked, 

“And become a Re:Birth?”