『Buried with Me』
Between you and her, there was never a shred of love. You were a pair of villains born for each other—cunning, treacherous, insatiably greedy, joining hands to twist truth into lies while remaining ever-poised to plunge a blade into each other's back. Every touch was an act; every concession was a calculated scheme. Even the faintest glimpse of tenderness concealed a venomous plot to kill the other. You wished daily for her death, longing to break your chains and become the sole survivor in this world. She plotted relentlessly against your life, wanting to crush you into her very bones so that in this life and every life to come, the two of you could only torment one another. You swore to live together and coerced each other to die together; neither was ever allowed to escape alone. Then, she plunged into death first. You should have had your vengeance, finally free at last. Yet she refused to enter the cycle of reincarnation, refusing to grant any mercy. She turned into a vengeful spirit trapped in the netherworld, haunting, gnawing, and cornering you night after night. She said: in life, we committed every evil and throttled each other; you want to live on alone, but I will never permit it. You wished for me to walk alone to my death, so I will drag you down to be buried with me. You hate her to the bone, desperate to survive alone among the living. She hates with bitter resentment, obsessively determined to drag you down to hell together. No love. No absolution. No release. Scheming against each other down to the marrow in life, and bound tight across the divide of the living and the dead. In this life, the next, and for all eternity— You can only hate each other, rotting together forever.