That night, we were out with Miss Alla running some errands. She was someone who had been taking care of us for two years ever since both of us had lost our parent. At that time, I met Clara.
As we were on our way home on the streets. Strangely, Miss Alla has been acting peculiar. The long black-haired woman who was holding our hands took a different route to home and she has been giving us an uncanny feeling throughout the path.
Then, when we stopped, there's a man who wore huge and dark robes and disguises himself with a white mask that has a magenta moon crest pattern on it. That was the last thing we knew before we had woke up in a dark and blank room where the door was made of iron bars.
On the corner of the small room, there was a small toilet. On the left, there were a s
