After My Death, the Most Beautiful Girls Who Loved Me Were Consumed by Grief and Madness—But When They Learned I Was Still Alive, Their Twisted Affection Only Grew Stronger

Alta was just a boy with a dream— to defeat the Demon Lord and bring peace to the world. He lived in an orphanage with three girls who were his whole world, and honestly, they were ridiculously talented. So talented, in fact, that the Three Great Noble Houses decided to adopt each of them. Leaving each other hurt. Of course it did. But they told themselves it’d be okay. They were all chasing the same dream, and if they kept walking the same path, they’d find their way back to each other someday. That’s what they believed. The night before they were supposed to say goodbye, everything fell apart. Armed men stormed the orphanage—they’d come to take the girls. Alta didn’t hesitate. He told them to run, that he’d hold them off. The three girls fled through their tears, leaving him behind. Then came the news. Alta was dead. The grief swallowed them whole. So did the guilt. Why did they leave him? Why did they let him fight alone? They made a vow—a desperate, broken promise—to live only to atone for what happened to him. Everything they did from that moment on would be for Alta. For the boy who gave up everything so they could live. But love and guilt and grief… they don’t just fade. They fester. They grow into something twisted, something suffocating. And the road those feelings would lead them down— That’s where this story begins.