Setan clutched his chest as a crushing pain seized his heart.
It felt as though an invisible hand had wrapped around it and squeezed mercilessly, leaving him barely able to breathe.
Before anyone could react, he dropped to his knees in front of Nina.
The sound of his knees hitting the ground echoed through the courtyard.
His eyes reddened with guilt.
"Nina, I'm sorry."
His voice was rough and strained.
"This is all my fault. Every bit of it. Please punish me. No matter how severe the punishment is, I'll accept it."
If her exile had truly stemmed from that night, then he carried part of the blame.
The thought alone made him feel unforgivable.
Nina blinked in surprise.
"Setan, what are you doing?"
Looking up at her, Setan asked quietly, "You were exiled because of what happened that night, weren't you?"
A shadow crossed Nina's eyes.
"Yes."
The confirmation struck him harder than any physical blow.
