The beautiful cave. A wonder to be seen. My eyes glued tightly at that spot. My attention wholeheartedly on it.

The man spoke, loud and clear. Raspy and chilly. I heard him and could understand him. I live from my death and I hear from my risen body.

My body longs to be, but a mere empty carcass. My new body isn’t my new self, just a carbon copy of it. That what I think anyway.

The speech ended. My head is fuzzy, I dozed out. It is sad and melancholy.

It is the ending, he has gone down the stage, away from prying eye. Mine included, blocky and unnatural. I could feel him looking at me, scrutinizing the creature I become.

There is a long drawn silence, stretch out to nirvana. I exaggerated, however, that makes me chuckle, a good day of sort from my antic.

People are thinning out, going somewhere. Where they belong, where they have a role and goal. However, here I am, lost like a child, a little lamb.

A sound whisper near me, startling me, my heart beat like a rocket. I glimpse to it, slightly to my right. There she is, forgotten by me.

Pouting at me, she proceeds to say something. Something that I can’t quite hear. Drowning in my thoughts.

Not long after, according to my distorted sense, she finished. Sighing out loud, I smile at her, giving out pleasantries along the way. As long as she’s nice to me and kept it this way, I am fine with her.

Most say action speaks louder than a word, but I couldn’t be bothered by it. Action in my world and this are often misperceived. My line with her end here, it is unnecessary and superficial to continue. Why it happen doesn’t resonate with me anymore, something just meant to be, something just coincidentally happened. A one-man job serves little purpose to why it happens since you would likely be dead to find those answer in this cruel and unforgiving world.

The protagonist has a plot armor, I may not have one because my plot died prematurely. Now I am here, with a new plot to fiddle with and a mind clouded by thoughts and question.

Oh, it seemed I wonder too far out of my mind. Now I am lost in this empty corridor, I hope it is and not another illusion.

Looking around, I feel fear since no one is here. Just me and a hat stand near me. I wanted to shout for someone but not now and not here. Then suddenly a definite crack echoed throughout the corridor. I look back and saw a broken dish, perfectly split from the middle. How it got here, I ask my self and what causes it. Intentionally leaving the why behind for another day.

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It broke but how? It broke because of what or who?

I am clearly out of my mind, I so wish that thought comforted me because it doesn’t. I know that I am different, a body that won’t be trick or injured. Where my mind is a big blank but a controller. This foreshadows my ending clearly so. Another brainwash Steve made into a puppet to control.

I simply wish to cease existing but I continue to make my presence known. Make my self-proud and..

Another dish break in front of me but I saw clearly where it came from. Above I say, looking up….

….

…..

…….

I wish I didn’t,

Because what I saw couldn’t be put into word.

Imagine a maid. Her beautiful and delicate face. A perky asset stuck tightly and permanently to them.

Now remove permanently from my last line and now what I saw had opposite of that.

A maid with no ”perky assets” permanently stuck to them. Just a disarray mound of fresh from where it once stood. I gasp hardly, scared witless by that scene.

She… Seem dead beyond word, beyond my definition of death. Mutilated and gory, I couldn’t help but pinch my noise from the thickly wet odor I smelt from her. A wet yellow stained ever present on her groin area.

What she got in her hand is a plate of dishes, slightly falling off one by one starting from the top to the bottom, definitely caused by the slight angle of her hand.

It is terrible, that thought went through my mind.

The next detail I notice is a string attaching to the ceiling propping her up. It seems whoever did this is proficient in what he does, making me highly perturbed. There is a killer here. Wild, free, sharp and dangerous. A fest of blood lotus will be it for me if I am caught unaware. I have to run, NOW!

Preparing to run, I suddenly hear a voice in the distance.

” Anne! Are you here? Where are you? Don’t play this game with me! Because no matter what.. I will never marry that guy!”, a distress voice sound in a distance. She appears as swift as a wind, catching me unaware and unintended next to a corpse.

I knew that I needed to make some kind of excuses, so I did. I told her that I was the first person who saw this corpse, explaining the dish incident to her. She told me that she understood and to not worry about it. Her calm and elegance make me admire her.

She looks young, 1.5m in height, blonde and probably straight. I wish I could stand a chance but I know deep down that my first impression would have been more terrible than a sugar daddy making attempts at her. I hope I am wrong, I wish I could read her emotion but her eye is different, unlike most. Sapphire and clear, no thought to be seen, showing just me in hers. My scariest nightmare up to date and soon to be outdated once I adapt to it.

She looks at the corpse more carefully this time, and suddenly I could feel my ear burst. I don’t know what is happening, I can’t hear, however in front of me I saw her, she is kneeling down crying?

She said something but I am not a lips reader so it goes with the wind and her grieve. She stopped screaming eventually, allowing me to recover. My eardrum partially heal, I could hear the sound of sobbing and a whisper

”Annie~~ *Sob* ”