“I do not care what kind of person you are, Azrael Hyacinth.”
“……Is that truly how you feel?”
She could speak gentle words to him again and again.
Because, it was all a lie.
If there is one thing in this world that must not be trusted, it is love.
“Of course. I love you. That is how much I need you, and how much I want to be by your side.”
It was a confession without a single shred of sincerity.
The perpetrator of the Newethen serial murders confesses love to the investigator.
The serial killer who drove countless people to their deaths and into despair. Beatrice.
Now, she intends to drive Azrael to the brink with love.
