"Bertha! I hate you! I hate you! You made me this way, you will not die in peace. I will not let you in peace."

"I want to drink your blood, peel your skin. Bitch, bitch…."

Because the corners of her mouth were swollen, her speech was vague and unclear, but over and over again, she kept repeating, gritting her teeth.

If she didn't have to rely on this intense anger, she wouldn't have enough spirit left to live.

The heavy iron door in the cell was opened.

On a quiet night like this, ...