The dark scenes of memories spanning years shattered into countless fragments within her subconscious.
From shooting her own father, to being transformed into a doll, to falling into Hell with this entire burning building, her whole life came to a full stop at that moment.
She must have already lost control by then.
After Shirley was pushed off that high-rise, those memories could no longer take coherent shape. Only scattered fragments briefly recorded what happened afterward.
This was not a story in which the protagonist ultimately defeated evil.
Nor did she possess the power she would later have to change her own fate, because she was only a mechanical doll dancing gracefully on a stage.
She could not kill anyone.
After being made to witness this performance painstakingly designed for her, she was taken back to her brother's room once again.
Because his revenge was not over.
Because all of this was only the beginning.
She had no power to fight her brother, nor any ability to resist all the torment inflicted upon her. But perhaps she finally did the last right thing she would ever do in her life.
The final scene froze amid the roaring blaze.
The soaking of high-proof liquor and flames.
Set her long dress alight.
Before her brother, she ended her own life in an almost cruel fashion. She still remembered the bestial depravity in his eyes, as though he would surely use his position as her only and last remaining relative in this world to crush everything she had and destroy the final trace of humanity left in her heart.
Treating his own sister as a plaything.
Making her endure that mental anguish and torment for the rest of her life.
That was the cruelest revenge against her he could conceive.
But now.
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