Bad guys die from talking too much, and villains are never the silent type. This isn't just a trope; it's science and human nature.
So, when Xin Huohuo tirelessly asked for the third time, a "person" finally responded.
"Who am I? Heh heh, you won't know unless you die." A woman's voice rang out, dark and sinister. "As for my objective... in this world, losing something is far more terrifying than dying, you know. So, I'm actually quite willing to tell you. That way, you can truly experience the pain of loss. Oh dear, just thinking about you, in so much pain you wish you were dead yet utterly powerless, watching the happiness you possess slip away like quicksand... even though I know it's wrong, I just can't help but feel so happy. What's a girl to do?"
"I can't stand pretentious women," Xin Huohuo huffed, trying her best to calm herself.
