Flam, who left Eterna's room, headed to her bedroom.
Then the ink notices the footsteps and faces out the door.
What I'm wearing is a bedtime outfit I bought for the mill kit, with a hint of pink accentuating the girly cuteness.
As always, her sutured eyes are painful - something she's gotten used to and sometimes makes herself smile a lot, and she no longer has as many negative emotions as she used to.
"Good night, Fram."
She apparently showed her face just to say it.
"Good night, ink"
Saying, stroking my head.
I've always done it to Milkit, so it seems like it's become a habit.
The ink seemed pleasant and loosened its mouth.
He doesn't feel bad.
And when I checked the position of the door knob by hand and waved gently at her closing the door, it was now time to enter the bedroom.
Milkit is already in his room, facing his notebook with a pen in his hand with a serious face.
What she wears is light green bedtime clothing, not her usual made-up clothes.
It was a rare costume inside, as only Fram could almost see her in this outfit.
I don't notice Milkit when Flam comes into the room.
- I still don't realize how focused I am, even if I come softly closer and peek into my hand.
Apparently, she's practicing reading and writing.
Usually, I get a lot of smiles on my face directed at the flam, so I rarely get to see a serial look so far.
You still have beautiful eyes, or something.
The cheeks you can see from the gap seem soft - or something.
Thinking about such an indiscretion, Flam, unable to contain the urge to touch, stretched his finger - sliding his finger in from between the bandages, puffy, and touched his cheek.
"Hiccup!?
Milkit, who hadn't noticed at all, bounces along with her adorable voice.
Flam laughed when he saw the reaction.
"Phew, how's it going?
"Your husband... tell me if you've come in already"
"You don't realize we're this close, and you want to mess with one."
"Still. Hey..."
Millkit stares at the flam with a jitty eye in dissatisfaction.
Emotional expression has become much richer than before.
Thanks to its nutritional sufficiency, it also seems to be in healthier shape and rounded than when we met.
Fram was delighted that he was able to enrich her mind and body - to see and realize it with his eyes.
Even reading and writing is true.
Little by little, I can be as happy as I am with what she can be or with what is more likely to be ahead.
That must have been a happiness I couldn't even taste when I was in the country before the trip.
I want to protect it.
Strong and strong, I hope so.
"... Your husband?
Flam, who had been delayed in thinking without realizing it, is much more drawn back to reality by that voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking. Let's do that first."
Saying, sitting blush on the bed, "Come," prompts Milkit to sit next to himself.
She followed immediately and sat so close that her shoulders touched each other.
As usual, the two look perfectly used to it - Flam reaching for Milkit's face, turning his hand behind his neck, untying the bandage.
The bands that cover the face occasionally come off again, and the delicate white soft skin, completely reddened, becomes dewy.
Thus, at night, when we were alone in the room, it was like a ritual to unwrap her bandage.
It was at first that we lit each other up, and it took time to do it, but now it is as we see it.
Her skin is completely unaffected by sunlight because of the bandages she wears from time to time.
The adventurer's life makes a big difference to the rough flam.
I have envy, and I have a grip on whether I can make something so beautiful my own.
But - exclusivity and the fact that Milkitt himself wants it.
They fill Flam's chest.
I have a sense that I'm a coward.
Because while I say I want to expand the possibilities of Milkit, I'm acting the opposite.
Still, it was worth it to her to just laugh it off.
I'm not tired of getting used to it.
Every day and every night, Flam exhales unexpectedly and falls in love.
"So much - is it fun to see my face?
To the flam staring still, Milkit said in disgrace as he tended to lean down.
"Yeah, I guess it feels like the greatest fun of the day"
She answers instantly.
Then Milkit lays down his face further out of shame.
How many times have we had this exchange?
Come on, Milkit is also getting a little more confident by stopping doubting the Lord's words.
But that's the diagonal direction of 'My husband is a strange man, so he just happens to match his taste with his own face'.
"Even today, Milkit is the cutest."
A little kidding, Fram put his hand on his cheek and said as he stroked the slave's mark with his thumb.
If the wall of suspicion disappears, the given word will stain your chest all the more.
The time has passed to melt my frozen heart.
Now it's time to stain the flam with a completely soft, empty color.
Words. Sink, even deeper.
Thoughts. Raise it, until you can't take it back.
Fear of the loss, which continued to swell to a certain point, had recentlyfaded day by day.
“I'm sure” it's going to be okay, “absolutely” it's going to be okay.
Yes, this man will never leave me.
Throughout the nightly exchange, whenever the emotional roots were wide and deeply stretched, Milkit reinforced its certainty.
Both of them then had conversations without any other love, suddenly they had eyes and smiled, they were just kidding - it didn't make sense, they just had a happy time.
In the meantime, Fram, who woke his body out of bed, looks out the window at the lid.
Follow your gaze. Milkit saw the same place, but the darkness of the night just spreads there.
But the flam seemed to see something, and when he got up, he approached it.
And besides, she opened the window. She reached outside and pulled out something attached to the window frame (...).
"Was something stuck?
"... it's a knife. Besides, the letter's stabbed."
Perhaps someone threw it through the window of the room from the outside.
When I opened the paper I pulled out, there was a cluttered text.
"Don't go outside."
It just said.
"What is this, a threat? Not anymore."
Saila's gone missing.
Now it's a more unscrupulous story to tell you not to stick your neck in.
Whatever they said, even tomorrow, Flam was going out of town to look for her.
"But why did you bother putting it on the knife? Besides, this letter is also somewhat dirty..."
"It feels like you've written it down."
As Milkit pointed out, the letters are messy and the lines are rattled if they aren't written in a flat place.
Until then, who wanted to advise Flam - I twisted my head and thought about it, but it doesn't come to me.
"I guess the flirting around Dayne's men"
Are you going to warn me that I can always go for it?
As long as Eterna's here, I can't get my hands on this house.
"Ha... Time to go to sleep"
Flam, whose tension has dropped, suggests so.
Then Milkit nods quickly.
"Right, we need to be ready for tomorrow"
Turning off the lights in the room, the two people lying on each bed closed their eyes by exchanging words "good night" and "good night" at the end.
And then after a while...
Gatan...... Kata......
The flam was far away and heard the window frame swinging.
Is it shallow to sleep?
Not enough to wake up, but in a relaxing consciousness, the sound is readily and clearly recognizable.
But when he fell asleep again, the sound went away, and eventually he was completely deaf.
That's not enough to take, it's a memory you forget the moment you wake up.
◇ ◇ ◇
The next morning, after breakfast, he washed his face and wrapped his usual shirt and hot pants, and when he was ready, Flam was sent out of the house to Milkit and Ink.
The purpose, of course, is to find Saila.
First, I headed to a church in the West End in an attempt to follow her path.
Stop in front of the gate and look up at the church building.
Compared to the main hall in the central district, the decorations outside are also qualitative and old and small.
Clarifying his ears, he heard a man talking from inside.
Flam surrounds the side of the building and peeks through the window.
There was a priest with an uneasy expression somewhere, who preached, and men who wanted to shut up and listen.
In the front chair, Dayne also sits.
I see. Sure, this is quite a disgusting sight.
But there's no way you don't deal with them who call themselves believers and listen to them seriously.
The priest must be struggling.
Flam gets away from there before he finds it.
And I went outside the grounds and saw the orphanage next to the church.
Outside the facility, children play innocently.
- Huh, Flam had eyes with a little girl.
The girl grins with a grin.
Flam also made a smile and waved modestly, she made the same move and showed her back to her friends.
The number of children playing is still not small: 5, etc.
In a moment, there's a chance there's an facility in the basement here, but it's impossible for Flam to step in alone.
He gave up, turned back his heel, and now went to see the knight's stuffing.
Ask how things are from afar.
Two knights with faces I don't know there were waiting.
But they both look anxious and look around restlessly.
If you're a colleague, you know that Ed and Johnny's orders to move aren't decent.
Or maybe rumors are circulating that he's already dead.
I can't help but be anxious, because I might be next.
But so far, there's nothing strange about looking around.
It's quiet, clean, that's all it is for the West Side.
Fram spread the map in his head and then started walking in the direction that he thought Saila was headed.
The journey leaves the church, enters a narrow path, and leaves the streets along the walls - where you go on your own feet.
As we approach the walls, the faces of different people become worse, more floaters sleep on the roads, and hygiene deteriorates.
The anomalous body of the example appeared as it was found, without any particular clue.
Nose, unique smell.
There were not many people around the scene of the discovery because of that incident.
However, a little further down the street, there is a line of dwellings like those made by collecting waste materials.
Sarah should have gotten out here, regretted getting ordinary people involved, and gone on a narrow road again.
Walking down the street remembering the placement of the body, he discovers the entrance to a dim alley.
Flam steps in there and takes the path that Saila may have rushed through.
This alley is intertwined and it's hard to guess where she went through.
With a lice crush, follow the path from the right side in turn.
Whenever he hit a branch, while he repeated it over and over - Flam reached a certain end.
There are stone walls in front and left and right, and there is no escape route.
There is no such thing as a trail, it should be.
But there's...
"This is obviously a trail of battle."
There were countless scratches carved on the walls, like cuts made with sharp blades.
No, it's not just the walls, it's on the ground.
Flam is crawling his fingers into the wound, making sure of something.
"The depth and breadth are so fragmented... it's a strange wound to wear with the same weapon, isn't it? So you're saying someone even used magic?
When it is a sharp blade, is it still the wind?
Or cut the water into cutters, or what?
No, is there still a possibility of dirt?
Whatever it is, the user is not the only one to see the magnitude of magic.
"This wasn't put on by Saila. Then who..."
No matter how much I looked into it, I couldn't find anything that looked like a clue from it.
We also explored yet another route, and when it was over, we headed to another area, where we searched extensively for traces of Saila until the sun eventually tilted - but in the end, we couldn't discover Saila.
Flam that drops shoulders and goes home with a bump.
When you arrive at the residence, open the front door in a carefree motion and say "I'm home..." again in an unchecked voice.
Then a mill kit came on a small run and greeted him with a smile.
"Welcome back, master."
Caught, Flam laughs, too.
It's still her.
Just because she's there, I - my thoughts in the flam grow stronger day by day.
"I was just about to go shopping, what would your husband do?
Seeing it, she held in her hand the basket bag she always carried with her when she went shopping.
I guess I was waiting for Fram to go shopping until he got back.
Coupled with service clothes with red ribbons on the chest, he can't even look like a rich house servant.
As a matter of fact, I'm Fram's partner, an adventurer at one end.
It's something different from the first clothes I bought her, and these days she rotates different service clothes every day to soothe Flam's eyes.
Most of all, I am so tired that it is difficult to recover just because of its healing.
"... sorry, I need to rest at home"
I had a desire to go with you, but I can't keep up with my body and feelings.
"Okay, your husband needs to rest. You're going with Mr. Eterna."
"I'm coming."
Eterna said with a glimpse of her face only out of the living room.
Unlike the two of them, Flam drops them off when they go out.
And when I walked into the living room, I sat right in front of the ink wearing a Bukabuka shirt, the back of the flam, which was intriguing to the puzzle.
"Welcome back, Flam"
"Hmm, I'm home."
"How'd it go, did you find any clues on Saila?
"Almost zero results, no matter where I looked, Saila wasn't there. I don't expect to find it in a day, but it's pretty tough."
"Oh well... but definitely, I think we'll find"
"Yeah, I think so too"
If you don't think, you can't be doing it.
Flam stuck to the table either from tiredness or on the spot.
Worried about her like that, Ink used to stop his hand and think about it - but he realized the only thing he could do was give Flam a break.
When the excess sleeves were rolled, the puzzle play resumed with a more cautious hand than ever before so as to make as little noise as possible.
◇ ◇ ◇
Milkit and Eterna rush home to Fram's waiting after shopping.
The bag filled with ingredients was hanging on Eterna's arm, and Milkit looked at it with sorrow as a flicker.
"Um... are you sure you're glad, have it"
"I don't mind. I'm more powerful than Milkit."
That's what I'm going to say. Eterna, I'm going to try and make a force kobu out of her left arm.
The arm is very thin.
But in fact, she just says her muscle strength value is relatively low compared to other stats, and 400 is over.
There was nothing like this amount of luggage.
"Still, all I like about Flam"
"I thought I had to cheer up your husband."
"... compassion"
"It's not like that! I just... I just think that if I could just give you back what your husband has given me"
"Healthy"
"I am your husband's slave."
With her chest stretched, she puts her hand there and says it out.
Would it be such a happy line to say?
"Sounds like a good meeting. For Flam and for Milkit."
"Yes, that's for sure"
The encounter was a hell of a place.
We just survived by chance and put our hands together to lick each other's wounds.
Milkit hasn't chosen anything, as he always has, just got flushed into the situation.
As it turns out, trying to make your life better is something you don't know what will happen.
"Ooh? That's a rare combination. Trouble, oh troublesome, some hero Eterna Limbaugh would have sided with such a little girl."
The man who emerged from the alley said deliberately, as he spread his hands, like a stage actor.
Tall but slender body, bright brown hair.
Aren't you in off mode today? I'm wearing the type of leather armor that I wear from my shoulder.
He lowers a dagger about 20 cm across the blade on his hips, carries a larger bowgun, and attaches a wooden buckler to his arms.
Well, I don't care about equipment or anything.
The question is, who is it?
"Dayne Finearth......!
Milkitt uncommonly stripped away his hostility and glanced at Dayne.
Your husband's enemy.
That's the only reason to just move your emotions.
"This is who he is."
While Eterna says that emotionally, she concentrates her magic on the palm of her hand.
I will not fail to be vigilant.
I don't know what kind of cowardly hand this hand is going to use.
"Wait, wait, today's meeting is a coincidence, I'm not trying to fight. I'm going to be strong enough to tell the difference in power."
"Then how did you get closer?
"I want to talk. It's a very useful story for each other."
"I refuse, let's go home, Mr. Eterna"
Eterna nods.
And the two tried to get past there without even looking at Dayne.
But he hoisted up the corner of his mouth, Ni, and released the hard words again.
"Oh, too bad. Saila Ambilen. Flam has been running around all day looking for her. I wonder why you don't want to know that kid's gone?
"Mr. Saila......!
Milkit accidentally stopped his leg.
"... Milkit, don't stop"
"And."
Even myself, I enjoyed spending time with her.
I want you to find me.
I want you to talk to me again, play, and eat the food.
Plus - Flam kept looking until he was so exhausted.
If I could have gotten some information.
If it helps...
"I like smart slaves, me. It came with meat in a good way, and your face healed, didn't it? Don't sell for the price there now, you."
Shut up, Shiro.
Eterna stares at Dayne.
The force was enough to make him unexpectedly shudder when he was making room.
But where has Dayne been purchasing information on Milkit and Saila?
His information network, which says there is nothing unknown in the West Side, appears to be alive and well, albeit showing some deterioration.
"Ugh, I'm scared. But I don't know anything that scares me right now, and I didn't think it would be easy to be protected. Until now, I've been a protector."
"I don't care, let me ask you about Saila"
"He said don't panic like that. I'll explain it to you."
Dayne's floating expression is much nastier overall than before.
Milkit looked at it and looked at it unintentionally, without any majesty or majesty.
"She went to a church in the West End the day she went missing. And from the knight, I tried to get some information about the inky girl."
That said, Dayne set aside once and looked at the two faces.
I don't know why the name ink comes up from him - apparently he sees that reaction.
You shouldn't show a reaction.
Do not let this man understand that there is ink in the house where we live.
Eterna theorized, Milkit intuitively guessed it.
Perhaps they're looking for ink.
That's why now, this is how I camouflaged it.
The two manage to contain facial changes and maintain a poker face.
"Chip," Dayne smashed her tongue, complaining that she didn't get the reaction she expected, and continued the conversation.
"I don't even know the details of the story there. If you're just a knight, maybe what you heard was just a rumor. But it turned out to trigger (...)"
"Trigger?"
Milkit listens back unexpectedly.
"Oh, should I even say automatic overdefense? That's sweet, trying to reflect that kindness or try to protect your side more than you need to. The discriminating conditions are on that side (...) and on that side (...)"
Two people don't understand the abstract Dayne story.
"But hey," he laughed invincibly, starting to talk about specifics.
"Church or otherwise, no. Spiral children or something else. And we were on the side of the children. That's why we're protected."
"Spiral childrens? No way, are you talking about a church human experiment?
"Yes, that! Oh, my God, do you guys know that? No, you're not, then the terms are met. Uh... I mean, that's it, that's another team."
"Team......"
"What are spiral children (spiral childrens) born with a core instead of a heart? I don't know. It's a generic term for an embedded compound. One of the many church research teams, the outstanding ones who are achieving great results. I set up an institute somewhere beneath the Wang capital."
For some reason, Dayne is talking about important information from herself.
Eterna twists her neck.
Why is he imitating things like coming out of his way and sending salt to his enemies?
What the hell does that act mean - I could hear something fall in her ear exploring sincerity.
"... and well, why are we talking about this? I'm smart, so I figured it out. I don't care if you don't ask me, if I don't find you, if I give you information from here, the conditions will be met."
He puts his temples on several times with his index finger.
Me and Boo Boo.
From the top of the roof, something is dropping massively.
No, that's not all.
From the ground, from the alley, from the window of the house, they gush out, rolling and approaching the two of us.
"Hihi, Hihahaha! They're gathering here, right? If we don't get out of here, we're gonna die of that stink and feeling.
That said, Dayne turned his best - broken grin - to the two of us today.
Stinky, disgusting body.
We have both heard from Fram about the anomalous bodies found in the West End.
If Dayne's words are true, it's dangerous to touch them.
"Hih... no..."
"Milkit, get caught running!
"Ha, ha..."
Eterna trembled in fear and held up a mill kit that could not even speak.
Milkit turns her non-moving arm around her neck desperately lifting herself.
Confirming that it could be securely fixed, Eterna concentrated her magic on her feet (...) and slapped the ground with her toes.
"Water Needle"
Zach!
Water overflowing from the clearance of the ground becomes a myriad of needles and pulls them out of the ground.
All the eyeballs that were approaching were stabbed through that needle precisely and unparalleled, stopping their function.
"Oops!
When Dayne jumps away, he ejects the wire from the buckler and when the anchor is caught in a nearby building, he is drawn toward it.
"You don't need to stay long. Let him escape at best, slave to the hero. Hihahahahahahahahaha!"
With a laugh, he uses the wire to get further and further away.
Eterna tried to activate magic in pursuit.
"Mr. Eterna, there's still more!
"No problem."
We have to defend Milkit and fight.
Now we have to give up Dayne and deal with another massive looming eyeball.
Focus your magic on your feet again, now tap the ground with your soles and activate your magic.
"Aquashelter"
The water gushing from the ground will now be a wall that will wrap two people.
Magic for defense against attack.
Its walls are water, but they are condensed and cannot be broken through with the same power.
The enemy continues to grow.
It's hard to sweep away with d flashy magic all over town.
So I was going to attract as much as I could and crush it all at once where the numbers grew.
But...
"I'm trying to get through..."
The eyeballs were about to go straight towards their perceived prey.
Just as they enter the body, erode the walls of water.
"What are you gonna do, Mr. Eterna?"
"I don't have Kiri, I'll just run away. Splash."
Ringing the ground with his feet again, a large amount of water now blew out from the bottom, the top of the shelter opened and let Eterna's body dance into the sky.
"Hih... Huh!?
Surprisingly, I can't speak well again, Milkit.
Don't worry about falling because Eterna is holding onto it.
When you land on the roof of a nearby home, you then fly to the next house and escape while still using the splash for jumping assistance.
The eyeballs followed us everywhere without picking a place.
Even though I think I've shaken it off, this time I'll crawl up from somewhere else and come around again.
What floats behind Milkit's brain is still about Flam.
If we don't get ourselves back, I'm sure she'll be more depressed than she is now.
Praying that the Lord would not be unscrupulous - the two escape plays had just begun.
◇ ◇ ◇
Even after an hour.
Even after two hours.
Even after three hours.
The two of you, you're not coming back.
The ink belly grunted, but I couldn't say, "I'm hungry" to the heavy, bitter air filling the room.
Dinner time has passed and I'm pretty sure Milkit and Eterna got into some kind of trouble.
And this timing.
If you're being chased by those eyeballs, just like Sarah.
Sitting flam with elbows on the table.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!
She moaned scratching her head.
What did you do?
I thought I needed to find out about the church.
I thought we had to do something about Dayne.
But that's it, I still couldn't have moved anything into action.
And yet - I don't even know what went wrong and where I stepped off the road.
Without knowing, sometime Saila disappeared, the Dains went crazy, and finally Eterna and even Milkit.
... yes, even the mill kit, but.
"Oh, oh...! Milkit... wish I had been with you...!? But...!
There's no way Flam can solve a situation that even Eterna can't help.
Helpless, helpless, helpless.
I remain endlessly helpless and useless everywhere.
Nothing, nothing has changed.
"I... am still crawling through the bottom of Nara..."
nails on the mark of a cheeky slave, a testament to this, and scratch hard enough to scratch it.
I have pain, my fingertips get wet with blood, but the curse quickly disappeared.
"With all this power, I can't protect her...!
"Flam......"
To so deep despair, Ink didn't know how to speak up.
I want to comfort you, but the words don't come to mind.
I crouch my teeth and squeeze my fists tightly under the table.
At that time, Fram stood up with such momentum that Gattan and the chair fell.
"... I'll find it. Ink, never go outside."
"Okay, I'll wait"
It's dark outside, it's too reckless to look in here alone.
Flam took out Cantera, which he had left in another room, and went outside.
Ink anxiously drops off her hindsight like that.
◇ ◇ ◇
Even with the lights on, the visibility is quite narrow.
In his inflexible sight, Fram wandered as he called the names of Milkit and Eterna.
Walk the route you always use to shop and also explore the branched alleys from there.
Again, I can barely find a clue, just like Saila.
The only trace of it is about the puddle that was in the street.
It's not raining or anything today, it could be a trace of Eterna's water magic.
But from there - where they disappeared.
And who's after you now?
I've been searching for hours, and I can't find two of them.
I guess there is also the fatigue of day exploration, my body is heavy, my legs are numb and my breathing is getting rough.
A little chilled by the night air, the flam returned to the waiting house in ink when it was close to time to be called late at night.
◇ ◇ ◇
The lights are still on in the house.
It's usually time to sleep, but are you awake waiting for the flam?
"... I'm home"
That's what I said in a fine voice.
No response, but I can hear footsteps.
Looking forward, I could see the ink climbing the stairs and heading upstairs.
"Ink?"
Calling, too, she doesn't stop and disappears as she is.
"What's wrong with you?"
I was awake because I couldn't, but am I too sleepy and unconscious?
To do so, the footsteps seemed solid.
Fram followed her up the stairs.
And always knock on the door in the guest room where she sleeps.
... No response.
Gatan, Gata......
But it sounds like a window opening from inside.
I'm pretty sure the ink is there.
"Hey Ink, can I come in?
I still have no reply.
"I'm coming in."
Though he thought it was bad for him, Flam opened the door and stepped into the room.
The lights were not on indoors.
In that dark place, the first thing I saw was the back of the ink.
She somehow rides herself out the window and stares at the ground in the alley behind the house.
"What are you doing? Maybe look for the millkits..."
That's what I said, approaching her back, Flam stopped his leg.
Buju, buju...
I heard a noise somewhere.
Your whole body is stiff, your facial muscles are drawn.
Blood caught his breath, and Fram felt a strong chill.
"(a) Ink......?
Be courageous and take a step forward.
The sound was also louder.
Wet meat twitches and something sounds like it's going to spit out.
BUBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB.
Unlike the sole I've heard before, it's in that I hear something fall to the ground.
What's happening?
Ink, what are you doing?
I don't want to know.
I don't want to see it.
But - I can't turn away, I can't.
Take another step, step forward.
Sounds louder.
The floorboard twitches and the vibration is transmitted to the soles of the feet.
I swallowed my spit.
The viscous saliva fell through the esophagus and into the stomach with a pulsating throat.
The sweat that emerges from his temples conveys his cheeks and falls from his chin.
He repeated his shallow breath "haha" from his half-open mouth, as his lungs cramped.
Everything, all the senses, was vivid to the point of creepy.
With such a palpitation as to dazzle me, I wish you'd lost consciousness and mourn, Flam - reaches, stretches.
My finger touches the shirt she lent to the ink.
When the cloth creased and rubbed the skin inside it, the ink I noticed turned around my neck and turned around.
"Buju, buju... buju..."
What you see in front of you is a whirlpool of meat.
Auga or exactly the same corpse I saw in the lab.
It pulses and spits out blood.
But that's not all.
Spitting out - massive eyeballs, too.
"Ahhh... ahhh..."
What was wrong and where did you step off the road?
The answer to that - Fram, I got it.
The spilled blood dyes the shirt she lent herself red, and the bottoms and massive eyeballs fall to the floor.
The sight filled me with ink and all the memories I spent.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
With nausea, squeezing groans.
A tear that flows through the sweat that softly wets your whole body.
But seeing the look on Flam's face full of such gloom doesn't make any difference to something that was ink.
After staring at each other for a while, she rode herself out the window again like she had lost interest and continued to spit out her eyeballs towards the ground.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
I can't stand it, Flam screams.
Then he jumped out of the room and slammed the door shut as if there had been no earlier sight.
Batang! and a loud noise, the hallway and the room are isolated.
She sat back with that door.
But yet, I hear something coming from indoors.
Beckabee, Boom, Something whispers, Something spits out.
I blocked my ears with both hands.
The sweat seeping into your palm makes a proper noise, the feeling of sticking is disgusting.
But still, I thought it was better than hearing that (...).
"Why... why... why yeah..."
Ask even.
To whom? I don't know.
Anyone can do it, I want answers.
Now, any villain would happily accept the answer he gave.
But no one is here anymore.
Saila, Milkit, Eterna, and ink.
There is no one in this house.
The only thing that's here is Fram himself, and I keep believing it was ink, ink - just the chemicals.
"uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Even with my ears blocked, I can still hear a slight noise.
I thought it was the bottom of despair.
But still, it was in a shallow place.
Right here.
Here's the desperate, real, bottom.
Spit out sweat, tears, and saliva, even the contents of your stomach and stomach fluids.
Flam was still sitting there blocking his ears until the sound was over.