Phedra Henry touched the corners of his best friend's eyes, and his thumb suddenly rubbed the ends of his eyes with force until it blushed a large blush. He let go of his hand and gazed at the red mark, muttering, "My possession?"

Phedra Henry rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think I can get out of here alive?

Not hearing the answer, Phedra Henry bowed his head and saw his best friend smiling and laughing happily, unable to hide his excitement.

He said honestly, "It's good to die. We can be a ghost couple."

"It's better to talk to your knees than to me."

My best friend smiled tremblingly.

Heard his pleasant laugh, but the corners of Phedra Henry's mouth were bent.

He held the card tightly, the four corners pressed against his palm, and the crimson blood from his fingers dripped to the floor.

The sound of a close friend's laughter passed away, suddenly discolored, and a groan of kneeling on the floor.

Many memories fill his mind.

Phedra Henry