Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

is, uh, neat. A little break, so one person, at last, hangs out. The screams of muscles all over the body are also subsiding. And it's a landscape room. It's only about a calendar or an ornamental plant. If I didn't have a bed, it could be seen as a storage unit with plenty of space. I woke up my torso and looked around. That, there's no door. The entrance that came in is disappearing. Chills ran. Also, someone is interfering with this dimension. The colour of the walls changes from white to pitch black, to a pattern that burns bright red. I wonder what it's for. It's getting complicated, but I'll go down the bed, put on my shoes, and walk along the wall. Oh, my God. I can't believe I'm suddenly being pushed into such a predicament. I was unconsciously rubbing my forehead.