When Lia woke up again, sweat trickled from her forehead and she squinted her eyes at the figure before her. This hateful person sent her back to hell and she had to crawl out of it again.
Again and again. Every time she dyed her hands in the crimson blood of her family, her hatred grew and her mind was tired from the abuse. She wanted this to stop. Yet for the tenth time, Fourth gently closed her eyes and put her into an illusion again.
"Just stay there. It's more convenient for you," Fourth more or less could guess how she broke through the illusion. He was astonished by her strong will that could convince her to murder her own family, countless times.
If it was him then-
It wouldn't be him and even if he was pulled into an illusion, his desire would be never related to his family. He couldn't care about them and they didn't care about him.
