Vera had always been a strange child.
At least, that was how Dylan saw it.
She always acted as if she was carrying an enormous burden.
Perhaps she truly had experienced something painful…
Despite possessing such immense strength and boundless talent…
Because of that, she always seemed pitiful.
Jealousy?
That kind of feeling had long faded away.
The more days Dylan spent with Vera, the more impossible it became to envy her.
More than anything, every night, she heard those painful whimpers.
Whatever horrifying dreams Vera had, she sobbed in her sleep without fail.
Of course, Vera had no idea…
But whenever that happened, Dylan would quietly pat her back.
The end of childhood.
The fleeting label of being a child was bound to fall off one day.
However, Vera looked as though…
As if the scabs had peeled off before the wounds had healed, leaving only scars behind.
"Vera."
Hearing her name, Vera tilted her head and turned around.
