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The key started to glow on Mr. Butch's hand and there was a light coming out from the small opening of the door in its lower part. It was the same as how the key is shining upon them. The man slowly glanced over Mariella who was heavily panting over the corner. She was resting her back over the cold, plain white wall. Butch knelt down in front of her and tugged her hair behind her ear to see her face clearly. She was sweating cold. Here heavy eyelids barely opened. Blood was tainted on the wall, as if a crime scene is apparent. She slowly opened her eyes and saw him with a worried face. Suddenly, without any trace of madness, Mariella cried to him. He saw it. For over several years, he saw the same entreaty in her just like when he decided to abdicate their level. She utterly said betwee
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