Strange memory of someone killing me once. It's too heavy a story to hold on to yourself alone, but then who should I talk to?
Teresa or Brother Tris?
I think of two faces, but I end up shaking my head.
The former only makes me worry for nothing (because I've lost my mind). The latter would just be ridiculed (saying he went crazy).
Even I must laugh off thinking it was a weird joke, even if two people have consulted me with a serious look, "I remember dying once".
... In the end, I just have to shut up and put a lid on my creepy memories. Let's close our room completely today and wait for tomorrow.
Think about what to do with this unintentional marriage after tomorrow. I can't afford to think about it now.
Just now, yes, I saw my chamber where I was concluded in myself.
Even an unfamiliar castle just arrived is somewhat relieved by the existence of "my room".
"When you get back to your room, I'll make you some tea. Take a dose, then think about what to do."
Petra says as she winks. While I was just going to the master bedroom and coming back, I felt a little less distance from this kid.
If it weren't for this worst situation, I would have been happy to have made new friends.
Petra knocked lightly as she approached the door with a quick leg.
"It's Petra. I'm back with your wife because of circumstances."
I haven't heard back. Look at me as Petra tilts her neck.
And I said, "Come in," and I opened the door.
In the room, I felt dimmer than when I left.
Oh, the fire in the fireplace is out. I wonder why. Has everyone broken up because I went to the master bedroom yet? Though I thought it was something I was waiting for in my room until Petra got back. And it smells sweet.
"Hih."
Petra took a breath next door. Follow her gaze.
—— Beyond that, there was a figure of a man falling and lying on the floor.
"Ahhhh!
A high scream sounds.
In the room, Teresa, Ines, and Harrier —— the people who had been together until earlier, were lying on the floor.
Everyone doesn't move with their hands and feet thrown out sloppily, like a doll thrown away.
Out of the way, my heart trembled tremblingly.
Dangerous. When this room is dangerous, instincts sound alarming. I often stood up because I wanted to make sure Teresa was safe right now, but my legs were now sewn to the floor.
"Ugh..."
One shadow groans slightly.
"Ines!"
Petra says in a voice resembling a scream and rushes over to its shadow. I too, who stood by too many sights, tried to get caught and followed.
"Ines, what happened! Hey, it's okay --"
Petra calls as she rocks Ines' body. But the word did not last until the end.
The sweet, wrinkly scent covers the face.
Once I felt that way, my throat and eyes tingled to burn, and I coughed hard.
Petra is similarly holding her mouth down and coughing.
Tears overflow like a blur and sweat. My tears stained badly. Next thing I know, I'm stuck in my throat and I can't even breathe. I can't even raise my voice calling for help. My vision was badly distorted because of tears and pain, and I didn't see anything.
There's a sound of something falling right around the corner. Is this the sound of Petra falling? Or did you fall down yourself?
While I can't see anything, I struggle for air. But no matter how much I scratch my throat, I try to move my mouth, and my closed throat never opens.
How good would it be if you could let go of consciousness?
Suffocated in pain. When such an idea is past my head. On my back, a big shock ran.
Ouch.
This is a pain in the chest pierced with something. Hot stuff spills out of my body. I've experienced this feeling before.
My consciousness eventually broke off, agonized by pain and pain and two senses.