Dion was sitting in his office at the orphanage. The hour was late, but he was restless. Just a few more pages, and the story is over. Monika's story. Immortalized between the pages.
He stood up, rubbing his eyes. Nights were the hardest. When the playful voices of the orphans stop, he had too much time and space for thinking and mourning, over and over again...
Feet took him through the orphanage. It was completely renewed and in his heart, he hoped Monika would love it. But one room was left as it was. That's where he headed. The door was locked. He took a key from his pocket and opened them.
A rounded salon greeted him with silence. The summoning circle that took Bruno away once was still there. Dion was returning every night, waiting for her to appear and, like every night, h
