Lucy slowly lowered her hands.
Her tired eyes remained fixed on her palms for several quiet moments.
To anyone else...
They looked like ordinary hands.
Soft.
Clean.
Without a single scar worth mentioning.
Yet...
To Lucy...
Those hands carried memories she could never wash away.
A bitter smile slowly appeared on her face.
"I really..."
She quietly shook her head.
"...did so many things I could never be proud of."
Her voice sounded exhausted.
Not because she was physically tired.
But because every memory she had just recalled felt as though it had reopened old wounds that had never truly healed.
Without realizing it...
Her right hand slowly rested against her lower abdomen.
A complicated emotion quietly surfaced inside her heart.
There was another memory.
One she rarely allowed herself to think about.
When she had finally reached the age where she was considered suitable to entertain guests...
The House of Melody had carried out another procedure.
