Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Dododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododo I don't know, bored. I had a terrible loss of time, and I kind of wanted to insist. "Pompous. Pompous. It's over," said that annoying voice. I weakened and opened my eyes. As I grated my feet onto the mat, I felt the elasticity of the red mat on my soles and my mood softened like a konyak. Phew, it's over. I dropped my torso and flexed. There is no one to look around. I'm just wondering what the source of the doodle was. Put on your sports shoes and look around to see what your next challenge is. But I can't discover anything unusual. Could it be an anomaly? Take a quick look around the appliance. They're all normal. I wonder how we can get out of this distorted world. I guess this is like an escape game. The blackness of the cushion, the apparatus that shines on the silver, seems to be grinning.