"Can we really kill him?" A pink-haired woman wearing a cloak stood inside a place, looking toward the direction where Amayara was lying while being crushed under the feet of another woman.
'What the heck?' Esme thought about looking at a new scene.
They had just transitioned from a scene where a girl, who was talking about killing a man, had been acting like an intense lover engaged in the pinnacle of ecstasy in the previous memory slide. Now she was standing there, contemplating his death.
'What nonsense?' Esme couldn't understand what kind of rotten brain cells this woman had to even have the audacity to think everything should align according to her whims.
Even after seeing those memories, she felt like killing this woman hundreds of times.
Even though Esme was just a reader right now, going through all these memories like some story, rather than experiencing firsthand how stupid and messed up Jenny's perspective was.