---Chapter XVII 2/2: Disappearance---

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"Because this is as far as the game goes."
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///Reader's PoV///

The heaviest words that I feared saying ever since I stepped inside this mansion... Realising this makes me want to tremble. To completely blank out. But since this was something I was aware of for so long, I knew that it was something that I will be able to handle. And I won't handle this alone.

"As far...as the game goes?" Prussia repeated slowly, in a questioning tone.

Sighing, I looked down and stared at the floor. It was easier to explain this without having to see their expressions. "Yes, it's true. I have played this game countless times back in my world...but the game gets cut off at this point."

"And why is that?" I heard France ask in a softer tone. He seems to have sensed how I felt about the topic.

"The original creator of HetaOni--Tomoyoshi, from Japan...well, left the game and went on an indefinite hiatus." I explained, fiddling my thumbs.

"What are we gonna do, wait for her to continue it?! We don't have time for that!" England exclaimed. He was pretty tense hearing the news; he might've hoped I would know how he could regain his eyesight.

I bit my lip. "Sorry, but...they say she doesn't plan on finishing it, anymore."

"Why would that person do such a thing?" Canada frowned.

Shaking my head, I shot him a look. "Hey! It's...not like she dropped the project without a reason." I said in a defensive tone, but gradually softened. "You see, a few years ago...a strong earthquake hit Japan, followed by a deadly tsunami."

Japan looked a bit taken aback. That sort of disaster never occurred in this world, but he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable knowing it occurred in another. "Th-That...happened to me..?"

With an apologetic look, I nodded. "Well, your home, yeah. I mean, you guys are just fiction in my world, remember? ...So...."

America turned to me in alarm."Don't--Don't tell me the creator of this so-called 'game'...died...!"

Once again, I shook my head. "No. Thankfully, she didn't." I gave a half-smile.

Calming down a little, America crossed his arms. "Then, why--"

"All the files for the game were lost." I immediately added, knowing this was what he wanted to ask about.

"Oh..." they managed to say in unison. It was somehow an emptying feeling. I can obviously see that they hoped that I would know some things that could at least ease their minds... but... well, I don't. I don't...but that doesn't mean it'll be impossible for us to figure it out on our own right? ....Right?

"Since then, HetaOni was left with just 17 1/2 chapters...and everything amounted only up to this point..." I said, walking over to an empty bed near me so that I could sit down. I wasn't sure if I could hold myself up at the moment.

Germany's blue orbs suddenly widened as he began realising where I was leading the conversation to. "Which means..."

Trembling ever so slightly, I gave in a heavy sigh and spoke,

"...The game ends here."

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///Italy's PoV///

Run.

I have to run...

Run...and see if they're okay.

Because no matter how many times I've told myself that they will be,

it always ends up with me telling myself the same thing...the timeloop after that.

Keeping a steady pace and a terribly frustrated expression, I passed through the halls. For sure those two would be checking the rooms. Which room would the monster appear again? Which place was dangerous again? I need to hurry.

"Ve...Japan? Prussia?" I called out as I slowly opened the door to the room on the far right of the lower corridor. As I walked in, I saw Prussia. He was simply checking out some of the drawers in the room.

"Ugh, this place isn't that awesome. The drawers are just filled with papers, pens...and mushrooms. What the hell." The Prussian yawned a bit, but lightened up when he saw the Italian enter the room. "Ohh, Italy. You look like you ran laps on the way here. Did that guy try to make a move on you or something? Kesesese!" the albino teased me.

Shaking my head, I gave a sigh of relief. "You're alright...that's good." I muttered under my breath. He gave me a questioning look, but I brushed it off and smiled. "Ve~ It's nothing! Oh, where's Japan?"

"Ah, he's in the other room at the end of the corridor. There were some bookshelves there and he wanted to check if there was anything interesting." he explained. Sighing, Prussia stretched his arms upward. "But seriously, the books in this room aren't so awesome. I've read better books than these." he said as he eyed the books on the shelf.

Seeing as how Prussia seemed to be at ease (or bored, rather), I gave a deep breath. Scratching my cheek, I turned to him and spoke, "Ehehe~ I'll go check out what Japan's up to!" I told him cheerfully. Facing me, he smiled and nodded. "Go ahead."

Keeping up my smile, I subtly left the room as quickly as I could. Prussia was alright, but Japan could still probably be in danger.

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///Prussia's PoV///

I let out a sigh after Italy went out of the room. But it wasn't because I sort of felt lonely! "It's awesome to be alone, too!" I cheered myself up, raising a fist in the air...but accidentally hitting the books on the shelf beside me. This caused the books to fall to the floor, and I had to pick it up, because it wouldn't feel neat if I just left it there.

"Ahh...but really... This place doesn't seem that awesome at all." I murmured as I was picking up the books. "I'd rather be at home and drink beer and--..."

As I picked up the last book, I noticed that its cover was quite different from the others. "Hmm? What's this?"

Running a hand over the front cover of the book to wipe off the dust, I saw that there wasn't a title on it. I flipped it open and looked at the first page. There was text on it, but I didn't quite understand what it meant. Is this the title of the book, the name of the owner of the book...or what? Furrowing my brows, I tried reading it aloud,

"Ryuuzu no Ko?"

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///Third Person PoV///

Rummaging through the drawers in hopes to find anything of interest, Past!Japan let out a deep sigh. "Ah, as soon as we're done here, I'm going to buy that game I've been waiting to be released. I'm quite positive that we won't take long here." he said as he saw merely ballpens and papers. "There's nothing...much...?" His tone changed halfway when he saw some sort of red cloth. Pulling it out of the drawer, he raised the frilly fabric in front of him, making him realise that it's not just some cloth.

"Oh? Why is a dress stored in a supplies drawer?" he wondered aloud.

Just then, Italy entered the room and gave Past!Japan an amused expression. "Ve~ Japan, are you going to try that dress on?" the Italian asked, tilting his head to the side.

The question made the Japanese man quite embarrassed as he looked like he was thinking of trying the dress on himself. "E-EH? Of course, not!"

"Ve? Aw, but Japan, I'm sure you'd look bella on it!" Italy told him enthusiastically. "I've worn lots of them when I was younger, so I know it feels weird..but also strangely comfortable ehehe~"

Shaking his head, Past!Japan clutched the dress and spoke defensively, "That is not the point!...But, eh? You have worn dresses?"

"Si! When I first started working for Mr. Austria, I did." he smiled, reminiscing his days under the music-loving Austrian. "Ah, but when I grew older, he suddenly gave me pants and dress shirts. It was quite funny."

"I see..." Past!Japan nodded. "Could it be that Austria-san thought that he was a girl at first?" he wondered.

Walking towards Past!Japan, Italy flashed him a smile. "Right! So are you going to try it on?" he asked, giggling a bit. It was fun to corner Japan like this every now and then.

"Eh? I-I said that's not the point!" he exclaimed as he tried to move away. But that proved to be a wrong move as he realised that he was just beside the drawers, making him bump into them.

Crash.

The sound of glass breaking echoed in the room as one of the picture frames fell to the floor.

"Ah.. How terrible of me. This may be abandoned, but it would still be bad if we damaged anything..." Japan said in an apologetic tone. Kneeling down, he started picking up the picture frame, carefully as to not get cut by the broken shards of glass.

Crouching down, Italy inspected the photograph. "Hm? There's a photo on it, but it's ripped." Frowning, the Italian sighed as he realised something. "Ah...it's that kind of picture. Seeing as someone ripped it...does that mean...?"

Before Italy could finish his thoughts, Japan let out a gasp. "Italy, doesn't this...look like a key?" the Japanese man said as he picked up a metal object buried among the shards. Italy couldn't help but back away from surprise. "A-A key? That...that wasn't there before!"

"It sounds strange to find a key inside a picture frame like this, but it does seem quite interesting." Japan said, getting excited, and completely misunderstanding the Italian's words; much to the latter's relief.

Calming himself down, Italy took a deep breath, and smiled. "Ve~ You're right! I wonder what it could open?"

"Well, we'll find out." Japan told him, thinking of all the possibilities. Standing up, he faced the Italian and motioned towards the door. "Let's go back to the others and tell them about what we found."

Nodding, Italy cheerfully headed for the door and opened it for Japan. "Si! Let's go!" he said, letting his friend leave the room before he did. Once Past!Japan was already walking ahead, Italy gazed down at the wooden floor of the hallway. "I...I don't understand.. This is the same, and at the same time, it's not. But...if being here will help me find some answers..."

"Italy?"

Hearing a lower voice made the Italian look up and face the source. "...Holy Roman Empire..." he spoke softly. "Where's Japan?"

"He went to the other room to get Prussia." he replied, smiling warmly. "I told you they were safe."

Italy looked down again and lightly kicked an imaginary stone. "They...are. But that doesn't give me a reason to think that this place is safe at all."

"I understand." HRE told him, nodding.

Still feeling uneasy, Italy asked, "How long do I have to stay here? I need to go back."

"Go back where?"

"To my friends. To the timeloop I was just in before this happened.."

Though Italy wasn't looking his way, HRE averted his gaze from the former. "Why? What's so special about it? This timeloop will include all of your friends, too."

"No..." Italy answered with a wry smile. "It's...not the same."

"......."

"......."

Taking in a deep breath, Holy Roman Empire faced the brunette. "....Italy..."

"W-What?" the Italian asked nervously.

"Look at me."

Italy froze at his words. Hearing them all too suddenly, and randomly like that, made his heart speed up. "..W..Why..?"

"Just..." HRE started, stepping in front of the Italian and cupping the latter's cheeks. "Just look at me."

Feeling his cheeks heat up, he couldn't help but raise his head to face the man in front of him. "Okay... I'm looking..." he told him, seeing Holy Roman Empire's blue-orbs bore into his hazel-coloured ones. He used to misunderstand his fiery gaze when they were younger...but now, he knew. "You're telling me I can trust you, right?"

"Ja. That's exactly what I want to say." he said in a soft voice, gently caressing the Italian's cheek. Italy decided to take a step back from him, before he starts hyperventilating from his touch. Noticing that the other person was flustered, HRE smiled and took a step back, as well.

Trying to hide his embarrassment, Italy spoke, "I-I hope it's alright with you if I think about it first."

"It's fine. Don't rush yourself." HRE replied, doing his best to conceal his own embarrassment. As he looked down, he caught something in his eye that he could use to change the subject.

"Your boots are untied." Holy Roman Empire chuckled, about to crouch down. "Here, let me help you--"

Italy shook his head and slightly stepped back. "Ah, no. I can do it myself, actually." he told him as he hastily kneeled down and began tying his laces.

".......You've...really grown up." HRE commented, having mixed feelings about it.

"It's--It's not much. It's just that, I keep ending up being alone in this mansion. And since you weren't there to help me tie my laces anymore, I eventually learnt how to do it on my own!"

"Anymore?"

"Si. I'm actually sorry that I always bother you with it, but sometimes I used to think of it as something we can bond together, ehehe."

"It's a nice thought...but...that hasn't happened before, had it?" "This is...the first time we saw each other since....since that fateful day before I went to war."

"W-What?...Oh.." "Oh, that's right. I'm sorry. What..was I thinking?" "Ahaha...Let's--Let's hurry up and follow Japan and Prussia."

"........."

"....That's right...what were you thinking?" "Or rather...who were you thinking of?"

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///Reader's PoV///

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"...The game ends here."
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There it is again. Silence.

The thing that makes me uncomfortable with silences like this is that I don't have any idea of what's running in their minds at the moment. It makes me feel so uneasy. So unsure. You could practically feel everyone's mixed emotions frantically spiraling around the room, without direction, without any assurance. Just themselves. Alone.

Are they mad? Are they going to tell me off for saying something that I probably should have said before?

Are they disheartened?--Probably. Are they losing hope?--I most definitely hope not.

But who would be the cause of them losing hope for escaping? Isn't it...Isn't it me?

When they finally found out that I knew about this and how this game plays out, I kept telling them that I couldn't tell them everything because it could change things that are probably not for the better. But now... Now I couldn't even tell them anything to change at least something in our stalemate situation.

I had the information...but it's useless now. It's useless at this point.

Then what's the point?!

Stupid.

I'm so stupid... why did I have to wait for things to go bad like this?

This is...this is so unfair.

I had my resolve. I know I did. I was filled with so much spirit earlier. So much hope. So much confidence. Why am I letting it crumble like this? But I don't know...it's all getting so mixed up right now... I thought I knew where I was supposed to go but...

Now, I realised, that I don't.

I felt a lump form in my throat. Will they be angry that I didn't tell them this sooner? Will they hate me? Will they...

...will they realise that I'm actually of no use, after all?

Without knowing what's going to happen next, I feel...so vulnerable. Not like I wasn't before, but... I just... I just wished I knew what I was supposed to do next, what I was supposed to say next to help, what I...

Feeling a lump form in my throat and my eyes starting to water, I murmured, "...What am I supposed to do?"

"Idiot." I heard someone beside me say as they lightly hit my head. Snapping out of my suffocating thoughts, I turned to see who hit me.

As soon as I saw the red flannel shirt he was wearing, I immediately recognised him. "M-Matthieu?"

"You're overthinking it." he told me in a tone that looked like a mix of annoyance...and concern?

Looking down, I spoke, "What...do you mean by that?"

"You're probably thinking that just because you don't know what's gonna happen next, they're gonna get mad at you. Or hate you, even." he stated knowingly. The others caught on to what he was saying and started approaching us.

Starting to feel anxious from the attention reverting back to me, I ended up sitting down on the bed. "I...I..."

"I was right, wasn't I?" Matthieu sighed.

Japan stepped beside me with a concerned expression. "(Name)-chan..?"

The Canadian Second Player raised his sunglasses atop his head and glanced at both 1Ps and 2Ps in the saferoom. "You dipshits better prove the girl wrong about her stupid thoughts."

"(Name)...we don't hate you. It's not your fault at all, so don't think about those things. It's completely alright if you don't know what's next; we won't get mad just because of that. To be honest, we should be thankful that you cared for and looked after us through this. So, don't you fret over this, love." England told me. He may not be able to see, but his voice and his words, were as clear as day.

Oliver sat on the bed next to me. "Poppet, we all know how horrible these kinds of feelings and thoughts are to us. It's completely normal for you to feel these things, but we're still here to reassure you that it's okay. It's alright to not be so tough. We're here."

"Yeah, that's right. Just because we don't know how it goes, doesn't mean that we'll just call it a game over. This shitty mansion can't hold these babies." Allen wiggled his eyebrows as he raised his arms to show his muscles.

Frowning, Oliver whispered. "Allen, language."

"Oh shut up." the red-haired American pouted, then turned to me and chuckled. "You get my point, dollface."

I nodded in an awkward manner, but I understood. "Th-Thanks."

"We already talked through this, (Nickname)-chan." Japan told me with a knowing expression. "You belong." he reminded me in a soft voice.

"And, you've already proven yourself to be someone worth giving our respects." Kuro added, which sort of surprised you a bit.

France placed a hand on his hip. "It's true, ma belle! We're also very aware of how beautiful you and your heart are. We need someone like you."

"....Oui." Francois agreed in a low, but audible voice. This made Oliver giggle. "Heehee. Francois is shy." he said, making the former roll his eyes to hide his embarrassment.

"We understand that you may lose your way about this as you go...but we're always here to help you get back on track. You believed in us that we could all work together to get out of this place..." Canada said in a voice louder than usual. "...Together."

Looking around me, everyone else nodded in agreement with their words. It was an unlikely scene, seeing them all agree just to encourage someone like me.

Prussia directed his gaze at me and spoke, "You've already told me a while back about this 'game', so this kind of thing was already in the back of my mind back then... But it never once occurred to me that I would resent you for not knowing enough." Pointing to himself, he added, "I'm awesome enough to know that you are awesome beyond compare. That's why with you, we are gonna make a way out of this."

Placing an arm around his younger German brother, Prussia faced him. "Everything is going to work out. Things will get better. I know it will. Right, West?"

"......I..." Germany trailed, looking down. Then, with a deep breath, he met his blue orbs with my (e/c) ones. "I find this as one of the most difficult situations I've been through in my life. And I'm going to admit right now that I'm hurt and feel utterly lost...especially seeing Italy like this..." he paused, clenching his fists at the fact that his friend is under cardiac arrest. "But I know that if he was awake...he would probably even be the one to snap me back to my senses and tell me to be myself again. In this mansion...he wasn't the weak one...I was."

"You're not the only one who was..." Gilen suddenly spoke up in a sullen, yet somehow encouraging tone. "We were all our weak selves at some point in this horrible mansion."

"Heh. That's right. I can cite some examples." Lutz smirked, turning to face a certain magenta-eyed Italian beside him. This caused Luciano to give an irritated expression. "Hm? Are you trying to say something, Lutz?" The German Second Player laughed. "You know what I mean."

I smiled warmly, remembering how Luciano was in the flashbacks from different timeloops. "I know what you mean." I said, making the certain Italian slightly blush. He seemed to recover quickly though, seeing as he made his way towards me and sat on the edge of the bedside where I was.

Leaning closely to me, he whispered in my ear. "As far as I can remember, the only times I was weak..." he lowered his voice, and continued in a huskier tone. "...was whenever I was with you, mi amore."

Before I could react to what he said, he suddenly blew in my ear, making me jolt up. "H-Hey!" I stammered, feeling embarrassed.

"Oi! That's foul play, Luci, you sly bastard." Flavio pouted. "I wanna do that, too!" he cheered, about to walk towards me. "No." he was stopped by Andres. Thank God. No more of that.

"What? What did he do?" America asked, unaware of what happened. Shaking my head, I spoke, "N-Nothing." The others didn't quite catch what happened, either. Which is fine with me, since that'll save me from the embarrassment of elaborating it.

During that awkward commercial, I felt someone pat my head gently. Turning around, I saw a man with a grey overcoat and a pipe in his other hand. It was Nikolai. He was also one of the quiet ones, but in a way, I think he's trying to tell me the same thing the rest are saying.

Zao smirked and crossed his arms. "By that, he means that he wants to bang you." he joked. Though, the joke seemed to be on him, since Nikolai lifted his hand from my head and used it to whack Zao on his head. "Oww. That was obviously a joke, aru." the Chinese Second Player groaned, rubbing the side of his head where he got hit. It was an oddly comical sight, which is new coming from them. I couldn't help but giggle.

"There. That's much better." I heard Matthieu say. A bit confused by what he meant, I asked. "What is?"

Not turning to face me, he replied, "W-When you smile." I fell silent for a moment.

The Canadian Second Player let out a sigh and faced me. "...It'll be alright. We'll always have those thoughts. 'Buts', 'what ifs', 'I should haves', 'I shouldn't haves'--and all those doubtful thoughts. I don't think we'll be able to avoid it. But we'll all get over it. Together. If we all work together, we could definitely find a way to get out of this place, without having to lose anyone. Sure, it might not seem hopeful right now..." he placed a hand on my shoulder. "But it'll be alright."

My (e/c) coloured orbs grew wide as I realised how familiar those words were.

Matthieu lightly poked my forehead. "Idiot. You were the one who said that earlier, didn't you?"

"You're right." I felt myself tear up a bit, but I shook it off with a light chuckle. "I did... I'm surprised how you remembered every single word of it."

"...I only remember the important things, be it the good or bad." he told me, giving a small smile.

Tilting my head, I asked him, "Even the bad?"

"Heh. You already know that life isn't full of cupcakes and sprinkles, kiddo." Matthieu told me.

The Canadian's metaphor seemed to upset a certain Brit. "Hush, Matthieu. It can be full of cupcakes and sprinkles if you want it to!" Ollie reprimanded.

"That's not what I meant, old man." the Canadian Second Player rolled his eyes, from the innocent misunderstanding. He sighed, "What I meant was that you need to remember and accept, even, those memories of the bad things that happened. Because those things will help you become stronger. It'll help you see the world for what it is, not in sugarcoated lenses."

I was quite in awe at Matthieu's words. He usually doesn't elaborate on things like this, but maybe this is actually a side of him that he never got to express.

"Woa-ho-ho!~ What's with this intelligent, life-lesson shit bruh?" Allen teased his brother, slinging an arm over latter's shoulder. Turning to the redhaired American, he spoke in a menacing voice, "Want a good beating to become an intelligent, life-lesson shit for you, Al?"

Allen quickly removed his arm and stepped back. Raising his arms in a defensive pose, he replied, "Oh oh, you wanna go?" he taunted. Matthieu was already raising his sleeves when I decided to step in. "Okay, calm down guys." I said, to which they both gave in and just huffed.

"...Just remember the important things, huh?" I muttered to myself in thought. Matthieu must've heard me, since he gave my shoulder a pat. "That's right. Now put on a smile and show them you're alright; that'll help them big time." he told me, gesturing at the worried faces of these nation dorks I know and love.

"Thanks, guys." I smiled, seemingly giving them a sense of relief washing over.

After that, things were supposed to mellow down in the room, until Russia and China burst through the door.

"Everyone..!!" China exclaimed, trying to catch his breath. All of us were suddenly alert, curious of what he had to say.

Japan approached the Chinese man and asked, "China? What's the matter?"

Seeing as China is still trying to stabilize his breathing, Russia stepped in and spoke for him, "We discovered something in the annexe."

"And?" Francois said aloud, still somehow a bit suspicious of the situation. Russia shrugged and continued, "Well, we actually tried finding anything hidden in there, and quite surprisingly, we found another door."

"Was it locked?" England asked, wanting to take part in the conversation amidst his incapacity to see.

Russia shook his head, "Nyet. But...we found that door behind the closet in the small study.. When we opened the door, there was a staircase going up."

"Y'all checked it out, right?" Allen inquired. He seemed to look like he wanted to see for it, himself.

Adjusting his scarf, Russia answered, "We did. It was a long spiral of a staircase, but we ended up finding another room, a smaller one."

Prussia crossed his arms, "What was in there, then?"

"Nothing much, there was one thing that stood out in that room..."Russia turned to China, who seemed to signal that he wanted to speak. It was then that the Chinese man raised his head and looked at us. Clearing his throat, he spoke in a serious tone,

"A grandfather clock."

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///Holy Roman Empire's PoV///

As Italy, Prussia, Japan, and I were walking around the halls, something unexpected happened.

The ground began to violently shake.

"Mein Gott! What the hell is happening?!!" Past!Prussia shouted, trying to keep his balance as the ground shook.

Japan leaned against a wall for support. "An-An earthquake?!"

"V-Ve! I...what..." Italy started panicking. He suddenly grabbed hold on my sleeve and spoke, "H-Holy Roman Empire-what's going on?!"

I couldn't help but look at him with the utter fear and realisation of what was happening. "Italy....I...This...this isn't good." I told him, barely able to keep a straight face. "I-I need to go! That person...that person is doing this all too soon!"

"What?! I don't understand!" he told me, seriously unable to comprehend my words. Taking his hands off my sleeve, I cupped his cheek. "There's somewhere I need to be. There's someone I need to stop."

Italy shook his head in disbelief. "Where?! Who?!" he asked. Looking away, I answered. "I...I can't tell you, I'm sorry."

"Italy."

"Y-Yes?"

"Will you trust me?" I asked him, looking into his hazel-coloured orbs. The ground was still shaking, but we were somehow able to stay on our feet.

Italy couldn't answer my question. Taking a deep breath, I decided to change it.

"Italy, will you wait for me?"

It seemed like his eyes began to water, but he replied with a crooked smile, "I've waited for centuries; I could wait for a century more. But please...just please come back safe.."

"Thank you...but I won't make you wait more than you should, I promise." I told him, taking a unsteady step back.

With whatever ability I had left within me, I disappeared in front of his eyes and transported myself to the place where that person was.

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"What's the meaning of this?! I thought that the girl would be 'it'? Why are you the one initiating?" I heard the little girl, demanding answers from that person.

I approached the two with caution, but spoke up myself. "She's right. Why are you starting this all too soon? I thought we had a deal."

"We did have a deal. We did." that person replied. Then in a darker tone, that person added, "But do you honestly think that I wouldn't find out that you're helping them beyond what you're allowed to?"

The little girl and I took a step back. "We weren't. We made sure we didn't tell them anything about..."

"No matter how you reason, it's too late." that person snapped. Turning to us, that person spoke darkly. "If you two wish to help them, go ahead. But take note, that our conditions still apply.....and....that if they lose...they'll stay here for eternity."

The little girl raised her fists. "That's not fair-"

"-Fine." I cut in, making the little girl sharply turn to me. "What?!" she exclaimed.

"That person finally told us we can help them. That's something that cannot be taken back, and I will take that opportunity while I can." I explained, trying to calm her down. "We can help them, without being in the dark all the time."

Giving in to my reason, the little girl nodded. "Alright. I'm holding you responsible for whatever happens." she told me.

"Tell him that all you want, but I'm already sure of what will happen." that person told us in a sweetly dark and sinister tone.

Walking towards the door, that person laughed.

"Ready or not, here I come, sweetie. Hope you know how to hide well~"