The little girl disappeared.
Shen Ye couldn't quite grasp her attitude, but from the outcome, she hadn't stopped herself.
Perhaps...
This too was something she had longed for back then.
Dark Persona, huh.
In accord with her own violent actions.
Suddenly.
Bus, corpse, highway.
Everything flashed by in an instant.
Shen Ye found herself standing in a mess of a basement.
Light.
Sunlight streamed through a skylight more than five meters high, falling upon her face.
She suddenly realized something, looked down and stretched out her hand.
Her arm was longer, more slender.
Her hand touched her face, and casually, she drew a line in the void, releasing a frost mirror.
Reflected in the frost mirror,
was the immature face of an eight- or nine-year-old girl, unmistakable.
...She had grown up.
Shen Ye put away the frost mirror, feeling slightly sentimental.
— It seemed this was the next painful node that would leave a deep impression on Lancy.