Chapter Ten: Manstein

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The Golden Hall was engulfed in flames all around. The fire roared fiercely in the fireplace, tongues of flame climbing up the Christmas tree, joyfully licking the vaulted ceiling of the hall. Enchanting music filled the air as people danced in the ballroom, accompanied by the fire. Men kissed women with intoxicated passion, their tapping footsteps growing ever more intense, as if they were dancing straight into hell.

“Run, run faster, don’t look back,” the girl, her face smeared with blood, urged.

The little boy sat crouched on the floor, his expression dazed. He glanced around, the blazing fire reflecting in his wide eyes.

The girl sat at the center of the hall, clutching her abdomen as blood poured out relentlessly. The boy moved closer, trying to press on her wound, but she shoved him away fiercely, causing him to fall back to the ground, her face darkening with anger. “Didn’t you hear me? I told you to get lost!”

Fear overtook the boy. He always obeyed her and dreaded her anger most of all.

Seeing the frightened boy frozen on the floor, the girl’s expression softened suddenly. “Come here,” she said gently.

Without hesitation, the boy crawled over. The girl reached out to stroke his face; her blood stained his cheek, warm and thick. She spoke softly, “I’m going to die. Everyone here is going to die. But not you. You can escape from here. I won’t blame you if you leave me behind. You didn’t belong here in the first place. So go. Don’t wait. You’ve always listened to me, haven’t you? Whatever I told you to do, you did it. If I told you to die, you would have. But now I want you to leave. If you wait any longer, it will be too late.”

The burning Christmas tree toppled, crushing several of the revelers beneath it. Yet the Golden Hall remained filled with singing and dancing, devoid of panic. They all seemed oblivious to the disaster—only the girl and the boy appeared truly sane in this madness.

The boy shook his head, refusing to leave no matter what she said.

“Didn’t you say you’d do three things for me?” The girl looked at him suddenly. “Now’s the time to fulfill your promise. I want you to turn away from me, run far away, and never come back.”

Hesitation flickered across the boy’s face, but he remained still, clutching the girl’s bloodied hand, his body trembling.

“Didn’t I say that after tonight you’d be a man? A man always keeps his promises. Please promise me, will you?” The girl brushed aside the boy’s hair with a smile.

The boy stared blankly at her for a long moment before nodding.

“Good. Just like my man,” she said, pulling him close and kissing his forehead. Then, with force, she pushed him away. The boy stumbled, fell to the floor, and without looking back, dashed toward the Golden Hall’s main door.

“Run! Run faster! Don’t look back! Run all the way to that garden where spring blossoms bloom!” the girl shouted, watching the boy’s rapidly disappearing figure through the flames.

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