Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

The skeleton was struggling, but the longsword named Pale Justice had pinned it to the ground. It eventually stopped its scrabbling, and a pale soul appeared on the land, wearing a white research coat just like Director Sun used to wear, eyes full of regret and reluctance.


"Indeed, it's you, No-name doesn't want to shoulder this responsibility, and you, you're nothing more than Director Sun's rational counterpart. Why did you go to such lengths?" His face no longer showed any sorrow or joy, but carried doubt and confusion instead.


The rational incarnation looked at the dark red crystal that had condensed before him, "To rid this world of gods, so that every life can embrace ultimate freedom."


Chapter 212: Witness