It didn't work. Satori's hypnosis or whatever, didn't work on Flandre. While Cirno became so alerted and full of energy, nothing happened to Flandre.

"Please let me try again," Satori said, and her third eye blinked at that.

"And why do I have to let you?" Flandre asked. She didn't like the idea of someone messing with her head. The eye was creepy, and something definitely happened to Cirno. She didn't know what it was. Speak about Cirno, she followed the cat girl out of this room. What were they doing?

"Don't you think it's weird?" The satori asked, snapping her back to the conversation. "How I can't 'read' it, but I can with your friend's. Do you know what it means?"

Flandre didn't know, but she felt like she could understand it.

"You feel like you know, didn't you? It was your subconscious."

They were across each other. She was across the table. It was unsettling. "What are you trying to tell me?"

Satori looked at her, as well as the third eye. "There is something your conscious couldn't reach. I could help. It might be for your own benefit if you cooperate." She flashed a smile. "I will not 'mess with your head' as of how you put it. I am an honest person."


Flandre blinked. She was now in a room. It was the same room, but the air smell different. Satori was sitting opposite of her.

"How is it now?" The pinked haired girl asked. The voice almost, almost felt like it came from her own head.

"Fuzzy," Flandre said. "Light. Warm." It was comfortable, like sleeping in her own bed.

Satori nodded, and snapped her fingers.

Blood. It smelt like blood. Flandre glanced around. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Thick iron scent filled the air and made her gag a little. She covered her nose with the back of her hand, but it was inside, the smell of bloodbath inside her. It was that overwhelming. She felt sick.

"One sense," Satori said. "Of course smelling is the strongest sense to memory."

Flandre didn't remember smelling blood in such large quantity. She certainly didn't remember it making her nauseous.

"Don't lie to me now," Satori said. "This is time to confess."

Snap.

Pain. A sharp pain as something pierced her right shoulder. Flandre couldn't help gripping on her shoulder even though she knew it was a phantom pain. Hot, her body felt like it was on fire. Her bones felt like they were breaking. Her muscles twitched. A pain she could not describe.

"Are you okay?" Satori asked. Flandre glanced at her and only saw a hollow shell with no real emotion beneath. Either the pink haired girl actually looked like this, or this was her own imagination. This was her own concept of a person.

Flandre wondered how Cirno would react seeing her in this state. Whatever it was, at least it would be real.

Satori snapped her fingers.

Blood again. Of course, she also tasted blood on her tongue. And again, she felt ill. She swallowed. It didn't help.

Snap.

Screams. Muffled voices. Furniture hitting the floor. Glass shattering. Her heavy breathing. Desperate. Footsteps. She ran. Footsteps, but behind her. Her own scream. A thud. Another. Theirs. The stillness after.

"You've seen this once before."

At last, Satori snapped her fingers one last time, and the last sense flooded her.

Her mansion floor was smeared with blood and littered with the maid bodies.

She felt down. She was on the floor, her frail arms in front of her trying to balance herself. seeing all the blood, she couldn't help but wonder. Maybe some of them, some of them, might be their parents'.

Her sister was thrown to the floor next to her.

Flandre looked into her sister's eyes, and sad eyes looked back. They're gone, the eyes tried to say.

They were lifted up, and the men lifting them up sunk their long fangs into their shoulders.

And, too soon, the men let go of them. The pain from a short drop was nothing compared to the pain after. She saw nothing. She saw nothing but she felt.

The pain was insufferable.

She tasted her own blood from her lip. She felt warm liquid on her palms. She felt wetness on her cheeks. She saw her sister in a similar state.

Then the pain was gone.

Flandre stood up.

She saw them, two vampire raiders. She saw the evidence of destruction on their skin. She saw how she could break their bodies.

She saw, and she fixed her eyes on them. Her instinct was telling her to keep staring. She kept them in her sight. Her palm was itchy. So itchy.

With her new instinct, new eyes, new wings, new hands… Flandre had decided in that split second to squeeze.


Flandre opened her eyes. She was in a room, a real one this time. The red eye looked at her. She looked back.

Satori was also looking at her. Flandre couldn't read her emotion. "It should come back."

"Huh?" Flandre asked, still lightheaded.

"Other fragments," Satori said. "It will come. I reconnected your bridge."

Flandre gave her a look. Well, she could understand it somewhat, what the satori said. A bridge connecting her to the memories had disappeared, but it was here now.

But how did it got deleted? What about Remilia locking her in the basement? Letting her out of the room only when she was weak...?

"Slowly," Flandre said. "It will come back."

"Yes, it will." Satori nodded.

Flandre left the room and met Cirno outside. The cat girl led them to a courtyard and showed them a large hole, a hidden path to the reactor.

They entered.