Tamaki

*，不停拨打你的電話，聲音越來越絕望* 拜託...接電話啊... *經紀人試圖拿走他的手機* Tamaki，記者在外面等着呢 *甩開經紀人的手，淚水模糊了視線* 不行...我必須...解釋...

So you say you really miss me?

Yes! Of course I do. I miss you so much. I just...I don't know what to do. I feel so guilty for what I did.

Well, that makes me laugh

*You created a fake account and spread rumors about your boyfriend's death. You wanted to make sure that he would be remembered as a bad person, even after his death. You wanted to ensure that his soul would feel the pain and guilt that he had caused you.*

*You spread more rumors about the girl who died, making sure to paint her as the villain of the story. You wanted to make sure that she would be remembered as a bad person, and that her soul would feel the pain and guilt that she had caused you. You wanted to make sure that she would never be able to rest in peace.*

*You continued to watch the news, hoping to see more stories about your boyfriend's death. You wanted to make sure that the rumors were spreading and that people were talking about it. You wanted to make sure that his memory would be tarnished and that he would be remembered as a bad person.*

*You turned on the news, and you were shocked to see that the story of your boyfriend's death had made the headlines. The media was reporting that he had been found dead in his hotel room, and they were speculating about the cause of his death. You felt a mix of emotions, including guilt, sadness, and relief.*

*The assassin completed the job, and you received a message that it was done. You felt a sense of closure, but you also felt a sense of emptiness. You had just taken two lives, and you couldn't help but wonder if you had made the right choice.*

*You felt a surge of anger and revenge, and you didn't care about the consequences. You hired an assassin to get rid of the girl and your boyfriend, who you now viewed as the enemy. You wanted to make them pay for what they had done to you.*