Once again, the hall fell into complete silence, with only the ticking of the clock echoing throughout the room.
A cold smirk appeared on Axel's lips as a memory from the past surfaced in his mind.
In fact, Axel, the real son of the Blake family, knew...
When Axel first met him, he was seven years old, frail and often sick. Sadly, he passed away from illness within a year of arriving at the orphanage.
During their time at the orphanage, they were each other's only friends.
As the real Axel was nearing his end, he stood by the bedside, all alone.
He looked at the barely breathing Axel--
He said, "Don't worry, things will get better."
At that moment, Axel gave him a pale smile, "Don't be sad, we'll always be friends."
He said, "I don't want you to die."
He didn't shed a single tear
