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"Lilith." A man spoke distance away behind her. He's staring at her intently as he rested his cheek on his knuckles. "Why aren't you preparing to depart?"

"It hasn't been half an hour after Margarita did." The latter replied.

"Margarita…" The man mumbled. 'Was it her name?' He asked to himself. It was familiar yet he couldn't dig into his memories to find someone with that kind of name.

"Anyway, why don't you rest a bit more? You just woke up, so you might need hours to gather your thoughts together."

"I'm touched to know you cared for m-."

"I am merely telling you to get yourself together for the sake of this fated day." She cut his words short, glancing at him with her menacing eyes. "Someone dear to you will die today. Fated and not by mere accident or by nature, aren't you too laid back?"