Estelle thought she was dying for the second time. Perhaps the Angel of Death refused to let her go. Even though the Moon Goddess had given her a second chance, the Angel of Death always seemed to find a way to claim her soul.
It turned out that things weren't as simple as Estelle had once believed. A second chance didn't mean that everything would be all right. On the contrary, she felt as if her current life was like a fragile thread that was slowly being severed by fate. Steps that once felt light were now weighed down by terrifying shadows. Any hope of eternal happiness had turned grey.
Estelle trembled. Fear crept through every inch of her body, seeping into her bones and flesh, making her feel cold even though the air around her was warm.
Estelle’s heart was beating so fast it fel
