It was a dark place there.
The entire vision is as dark as the sky covered by thunderclouds before the storm.
However, the room itself is very luxurious.
The walls and ceilings are surprisingly finely decorated, with patterns everywhere, as if to hide something.
Colours, to put it well, are colorful. To be honest, mess.
If you think there is a gleaming part in gold, the walls are white, but the murals are used both blue and red and are not eye friendly.
A large, unlit chandelier suspended from the ceiling, if underneath, would not help.
Though there's a big mirror on the wall, I don't see myself there.
All I can see - is a cage.
Looks disproportionate to a luxurious room.
Will I even keep any beast pets in it?
"I'm sorry, I'm late for a long time in government. How are you feeling?
Then the footsteps approached from afar, and when he entered, the man spoke to the cage.
The face in the mirror was... Michelle.
"I've been waiting for you as a good boy, you're great."
His smile remains the same and everyone has a charming adorability.
But those eyes didn't seem to be laughing.
I feel something creepy behind Michelle's smile.
"Oh, I would have hit the lattice. It's not good to get busted."
I had no choice but to smile into the cage.
From the content of the conversation, he still seems to have a beast in his cage.
This would be Michelle's room, or a pet-only room.
Then there was a voice in my head that I didn't know who it was.
"Oh, he's coming again tonight. This is what happened to pure Michelle because of me..."
Dokun and his entire vision swayed.
And the voice goes on.
"If we discussed it more, if we were honest with our feelings and told them, there wouldn't have been a sad mistake"
A very sad voice sounds.
"I made the wrong choice somewhere, but it's too late for everything."
Could it be in the cage...
"Still, I plead with him every day"
Not a beast pet...
"As long as you can shake your throat with some thin voice"
A faint voice echoes into the room.
I can imagine what you're talking about, but I won't listen.
"What?“ Get me out of here? "Why?? You're gonna run away."
Now Michelle does it right.
Naturally.
He wants to be caught and put in a cage, and whoever is put in a cage wants to be free.
"No matter how many times I say it's imprisonment for kidnapping, Michelle smiles because it's for both of us. With an innocent face."
What a terrible thing to do.
When I think of someone put in a stranger's cage, I get angry.
"He who searches for me hasn't seen me lately either. Michelle with a good exterior surface is perfectly repairing the surface. Everyone would have given up."
The voice already seemed to lose grief and despair.
I guess they put me in a cage, I can't get in touch with anyone, and it's been days already.
Seeing that face, Michelle smiled niggly and scared.
After all, this must be his nature.
Please, get away from him quickly... We need to get away from him soon...?
"Haha, you say funny things sometimes. I love that kind of shit."
Did I say something out of the cage, Michelle laughed emotionally?
Of course, that's just distorted emotion.
My back trembles and I get goosebumps.
Michelle would do anything right now.
If I am to be loved, if I am not to let the man who locked me in a cage escape.
But who the hell is in the cage?
"Me too... I should have loved it. And now - it's painful, but it's very, very painful, but I don't hate it."
That's what the voice confessed.
In fact, is that the case?
The word brainwashing depends.
"On the contrary, I have myself relieved. Is this emotion love?"
No, you're not.
That's not love.
It's not love that deprives you of one of your freedoms and forces you to be together.
It is only an act that satisfies one's own desires, unilateral, benevolent.
By mistake, absolutely not.
Giving up and accepting everything doesn't make any difference.
Yes, I wanted to tell you beyond the cage, but I can't speak up.
I should be able to get it out... No?
"I should have done this sooner. I can lock you up forever and make it mine."
After all, Michelle's love had no ahead of it.
Just reach the trail and nod there.
I still don't know what love is, but I know about how wrong it is to just ask someone for something.
"Oh, I'm glad I did this, too. Because if Michelle imprisons you, you can be his forever. Glad, glad..."
But those in the cage don't notice the fake Michelle love.
I can't notice. Because that's the story.
Story?
"Glad? Me, too."
Tell Michelle with a face like she was fascinated by something.
And for the first time, I called the name of the person in the cage.
"I love you, Elizabeth"
- What!?
It was Elizabeth who was in the cage.
Potatoes and red stains form in my vision, spreading badly.
There was a look at Elizabeth, flattered by her loss of willingness to live, and Michelle's creepy face laughing with a joyful face.
"Wow - whoa!
Elizabeth woke up screaming from inside the bed.
Dock 'n' dock and pulse fast.
I lost my blood and didn't have to see my face pale to find out.
- What a nightmare...!
But that's one of the Dark Fallen Michelle Ends.
Of course, it's the bad end.
But it was supposed to be heroin that was in the cage, not Elizabeth.
- No way, it's not a real dream or a predictive dream, is it?
Thinking horrible things, Elizabeth shook her head.
Such a convenient ability has never been activated at one time.
- So it's okay. Just a nightmare. But how many times is this?
A week has passed since the ball, but once every two days the Bad End of Michelle Route of the Maiden Game, played in her previous life, comes into her dreams.
Besides, for some reason, only the heroin part has been replaced by Elizabeth.
I'm sure it must have created a feeling of fear for Michelle.
Leonid shook me off then, but I think it stayed in the depths of my mind.
- That wasn't a dark fallen look yet during the ball, was it?
I meant to dodge it well, but I wasn't sure.
Unlike the game, Elizabeth can only see within her own sight.
This is how I think about it, so I know I'm having nightmares again...
- - The thing that binds free living, I can't help it because I care about yadda yadda.
"Mr. Elizabeth, wake up..."
The door to the room opened when I was confused by the bad wake, and Roxanne came in.
I'm surprised to see Elizabeth waking up only her upper body from bed.
"If you're already awake, get out of bed quickly"
Say a novel at your usual rate.
I'm kind of relieved.
This is a church where you can live freely.
"Huh... just another sleep. If you don't overwrite a nightmare with a normal dream because it doesn't have to be a good dream, you don't wake up well."
"What, are you talking about falling asleep? I knew you were asleep."
I asked for it, but it couldn't have even led to Roxanne.
Coming to take the sheets.
Of course, grab it and resist desperately.
"Sleep another night, just another five minutes, please"
"No. Get out of bed now."
No concessions, no smudges.
But in the next word, Elizabeth jumped up.
"Earl's gardener, I'm here to pick you up."
"Say that quickly!
Now it's time to let go of the sheets and get out of bed.
"Around the time a guest arrives, wake up yourself!
Roxanne closes the van and the door.
When Elizabeth opened the door again, she asked for it towards her back.
"I'm out now. Tell me you're on your way!
"... you have no choice. We're on our way, but we're right there."
"A matter of feelings. Thanks, Roxanne!
From that night of the ball, it seemed like the distance to Roxanne had shrunk a little.
Basically, it doesn't change what's tough on me or my opponent, but a little time like now reacts differently than before.
- For once, thanks to secret sharing?
Elizabeth hastily began her discipline.
Today, I plan to thank Christhalt for his help at the ball.
I promised to help cut the garden.
"Does it not suit you sexually to think, or does it move in your body?"
Speaking deliberately and energetically to forget the nightmare, Elizabeth finished herself and ran down the church stairs.