The hour hand moves towards zero one block at a time.Sean leaned back in his wheelchair with his eyes slightly closed.His right hand rested on his heart, and his palm clung to my pocket watch, which was no longer moving.His body was already too weak, but he kept holding on, just to wait for this day.The children he had captured, he had already let them go.Tomorrow, they will enjoy a new life with their parents.He smiled, then coughed violently.He lifted his hand and looked at the pocket watch that Clarry had given him, the smooth surface reflecting his face.Twisted, ugly, like a real demon.He lowered his hand, took a deep breath, and muttered, "It's over soon."
In the future, no one will discriminate against your flaws, because everyone is the same, hehe" The clock is ticking, and the whole world only hears its sound.t1706231537: