The day she died, I thought everything was over.

I managed somehow, with the last bit of hope I had left.

...

That organization was lucky to have an entity like me to work alongside of them.

Maybe I am too, though, I found another reason to live.

That was until him, who I decided to protect, stabbed me.

...

I was hurt, but somewhat relieved.

This is the end, this must be the end, I thought.

The fox took pity on me, however.

A pact was made, and perhaps it wasn't so bad afterall.