To My Lost Husband

War took many things from Edith.
Her father, her mother, her brother… and even her husband.
Having lost her entire family, Edith fell into despair,
but she had no choice but to grit her teeth and rise again as a resistance fighter—
to protect the child she bore alone.
“I don’t know what kind of delusion you’re under.
But I don’t know the person you’re talking about. I don’t know you, either.”
But why does a man with her dead husband’s face and voice exist as an assassin for the enemy?
Why… does he look at her with eyes burning with desire and obsession, ravaging her every time?
“…You are the worst. Do you know that?”
“Try thinking of me as your husband. You said I resemble him.”
Edith made up her mind.
To protect what had been taken from her, she would make a deal with him.
Even if it meant throwing herself into hell.
“Say my name again. Not the name of your dead husband.”
To you—
the savage, cruel man who looks so much like the husband I lost.