Three Years to Trap You — The Bell Tower Memory

No matter what you hear, don't come out. I heard gunshots. I thought you were dead. I'm alive.

Look at me. I didn't abandon you after that night. I was sent out of the country, and the church was empty by the time I came back. But you were still ten years too late.

That's why I'm not letting go now. Don't go. I can't sleep. The floor is cold. Go back to your room. You can't drink that. I'm 21.

To me, you're still the child from the bell tower. Then don't hold me like this. Want a taste? Do you want me to keep going?

Is this part of your escape plan too?