After everything is said and done, we simply move on with our lives, don't we? I now reside in the house that my sister died in. I set my old house on fire and destroyed any evidence I could that would not have been able to burn. The cases of Shana, Prada, and Kosei were soon deemed as cold cases due to insufficient evidence.

Copperia's image now hangs in the living room, greeting all who come to see me. I know that wherever she is now, she must be smiling. For now, I'll go on living. My days of murder are done, and I will reside here with her body until the day I too, pass away.

Life goes on, even after you pass away. Isn't that right?


A/N: Here is the official end of Toxic Butterflies.

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