Black Widow

"On my face, there wasn't a trace of Mother. No brown lips, no dimples in my cheeks, no golden hair, no laugh lines at the corners of my eyes. Of course, we wouldn't have laugh lines either."

A woman was speaking softly to the person behind her, breathing out puffs of white mist. The snow beneath their feet crackled like juicy vegetables being squeezed dry.

Two figures moved through the lightless forest. Perhaps because the weather was too cold, or because of the loneliness of this uninhabited land, they chose to talk about their families.

Though they had few memories of that home, or those so-called family members, only blurry outlines and fragments that seemed both real and false remained.

Their memories could not confirm whether such a home had truly existed, or whether those scenes had been implanted by brainwashing machines.

But this was only idle chatter. Memories that could not be distinguished as true or false went well with a forest that seemed endless.

The girl with two braids looked at the figure two steps ahead of her as she wrapped white strips of cloth around her submachine gun. "That's a good thing. The Leech Serum froze our age at eighteen. We'll never have to worry about wrinkles for the rest of our lives."

"We both know nothing comes without a price. We accepted his gift, and we became bound to him." The woman in front had a cold, beautiful face. Her brown hair was tucked beneath a fluffy white hat.

The woman behind her touched her back. "But that's why we can feel more at ease. One-sided devotion can never last. Only by becoming useful to him can we keep doing well."

"Yes, but he doesn't seem to value us much. He cares more about Natasha and