“Eh? Where am I? Why are you tying me up?” Clara politely asked while gazing at the people surrounding her that were wearing creepy masks and hooded.
Someone was preoccupied with tying her feet and arms on the back of the chair that she was sitting in.
She saw this once before when Genesis told her to duck and Tristan told her that they were shooting at their house.
“Is this another shooting? Did they make me cry on purpose?” Clara whispered, but then shook her head.
“N-No, I almost did something horrible, so what is this?” Clara gazed at those people that were silent and just watching her intently.
“Excuse me, um, where am I?” She asked the other guy standing right beside her, so he grabbed the hem of her formal attire.
“Why would we tell you? You’re the woman of G
