Disclaimer: I do not own The Promised Neverland. It is property of Posuka Demizu and Kaiu Shirai.

Act 11

After dinner was finished, Emma, Norman, Ray and I were waiting for Don and Gilda to join us. Earlier, Ray had asked Don to come to the library alone as he had something to talk to him about, while Emma and I had done the same with Gilda.

While we were waiting, the four of us were having a discussion about what to tell and not tell Don and Gilda, about what was going on.

Before dinner, I'd snuck away to be by myself for a little bit, and I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I had an anxiety attack, away from anyone who could see me.

I just couldn't stop thinking about the meeting between Norman and I, that we'd arranged for later this evening, after we were finished with bringing Don and Gilda into the group.

I'd given myself ample time to recover from the attack, keeping away from others until I was sure I was done crying, and I'd washed my face and blown my nose. I'd done everything I could, but when I looked at the mirror in the bathroom after finishing up, I noticed the red around the corners of my eyes and knew it hadn't been enough.

As soon as Emma and I were alone in the library, the first to arrive, she confronted me about it, fussing over me in her usual way, with a gentle but concerned voice, cooing and stroking my back comfortingly. Her emerald eyes were glistening with unfiltered concern and I just shook it off, pulling her into a tight hug and taking a deep breath to calm myself.

The last thing I would need is a second consecutive crying fit in one day, over this. I was getting too stressed out. I needed to cool my head and think it over in a more positive light, so I could face Norman with a convincing explanation at hand.

Maybe I was even blowing it out of proportion and should trust Norman, more…?

"I'm really alright, Emma, but thank you for worrying about me. E-Everything's just getting to be too much, you know?" I told her, wincing when my voice broke due to the tightness in my throat.

Emma nodded, "Yeah, I know what you mean. Norman, Ray and I are here for you though, okay? Lean on us a bit more, and don't just bottle it up! If you need a shoulder to cry on, come to me if you're too shy to do that with the boys!" she said to me with a supportive smile.

I returned it with a wobbly one of my own.

"What's going on?" Ray's voice jumped in, as the two boys entered the library together. With Norman in tow, he honed in on us, walking straight over to where Emma and I were sitting and looked me over with a frown as Emma began speaking.

"Ray! Norman! Anna was just getting a bit overwhelmed by everything, right?" Emma told them, keeping close to me and rubbing comforting circles into my shoulder.

I sniffled, hiding my face that was getting hot, "Yeah… I-It's just- Are we really going to lie to Don and Gilda about what happened to Dominic? I'm really worried they'll hate us for keeping it from them when they inevitably do learn what happened. Cause we'll have to tell them eventually. I'm scared that they're going to take it badly." I explained to the three of them.

"So, this is about Don and Gilda?" Ray asked, and sighed, scrubbing his dark locks in frustration, "To be honest, I'm not a hundred percent for this idea either, Norman, Emma. I agree with Anna. There's no guarantee that Don and Gilda will keep trusting us after they learn we hid the real truth on purpose." He said, looking to the white-haired boy and red-haired girl.

"It's not just as black and white as 'lying to them'," Norman began, and gave me a sympathetic look, though it was guarded, "Mama hasn't made a move yet because we haven't shown that we know." He said.

Emma nodded, "If someone were to outright show that they knew the truth, she might just ship them out right away. And I just want you to know that I have every intention of getting us all out of here, Anna, but…!" she paused, grimacing, "It's not as easy as telling them. It might affect them badly to know the truth, too." She added.

Norman nodded, "Even if we fail, if they don't know everything, there's a chance Don and Gilda will be able to make it out of this safely," he told Ray and I.

"Anna," Emma looked to me determinedly, "If it really bothers you, you don't have to be the one who tells them the lies. I don't mind if they call me a liar, or if they hate me afterwards, saying that I tricked them. I told you about this before, right? Telling lies isn't necessarily bad, if it's in order to protect someone," she said, and gave me a gentle, understanding smile.

I widened my eyes as it dawned on me what she was talking about. Even over a year after it happened, Emma still remembered what I'd talked with her about that night…

'Would you ever hate me? I mean… Would you ever hate me, for any reason? Like, even if I told you lies?' I had asked her.

'Where did that come from…? It's pretty much impossible for me to hate you. I'm your big sister, after all. And I don't think you'd lie without a good reason… What kind of lie is it? Why would you lie, Anna?'

'To keep people safe.' I had said decidedly.

'What's so bad about a lie like that? I mean, it's bad to lie, but I could never be mad at you if you're looking out for everyone else like that, even if you have to lie to do it. I'm always gonna be here for you, no matter what you do… You can't get rid of me! I'm like a limpet!'

"Emma…" I whispered out, a little breathlessly, and she smiled and nodded, understanding my concerns.

"We'll tell them what's really going on eventually, but we can't right now. There would be no point to telling them, if they ended up getting killed by Mama, before facing whatever kind of world is out there beyond the walls. Now's… not the time to tell them the truth. Do you understand what me and Norman are getting at?" she asked me gently.

I sighed out, and nodded, "I understand…then I'll leave this part to you. When the time comes, I hope they'll understand why we did it," I said, and glanced from Emma to Norman pointedly.

Norman nodded quietly, catching my second meaning, "If we explain it to them properly, I'm sure they'll hear us out at least… But apart from that, the biggest issue is whether or not they'll actually believe our story. Ray, are you in?" Norman asked, turning to Ray.

Ray hesitantly nodded, "Fine… we'll do it your way for now." He replied, and Norman nodded.

As if by cosmic timing, it was then that Don and Gilda decided to arrive in the library, Don busting through the door with casual cheer.

"Hey, sorry we're late! We didn't keep you waiting long, right?" he asked us.

"It took a little longer than we'd thought to help Mama with washing the dishes." Gilda explained.

Norman nodded and smiled, turning to them, "We weren't waiting long," he said to reassure them.

"Great!" Don said, throwing himself down into a seat at the table with us; when he spotted the red around my eyes, his own eyes widened, "Wait, Anna, are you okay!? Your eyes are all red!" he gasped, looking worried.

Gilda also joined in, leaning closer bodily, "Yeah, did something happen, Anna?" she asked me.

I smiled despite myself, consciously rubbing the corner of my eye, "Yeah, I'm okay. Emma, Norman and Ray already helped me with it. Thanks for worrying about me as always," I nodded to them.

Neither of them looked particularly satisfied with my answer, but didn't push me for more.

Don turned to the three older kids, "So… What did you want to talk to us about?" he asked.

And so, Norman and Emma teamed up to tell them their story, with Ray jumping in occasionally to help back up their story, though he wasn't overly enthusiastic about going along with it.

By the end of it, Don was frowning at them, "What? Human…trafficking?" he repeated cautiously.

Emma nodded, "Yeah. All of our siblings are being sold off to bad people." She confirmed.

The room became dense with the pregnant silence that followed, and the four of them stared each other down as the information was digested.

Then, Don burst out into wild laughter, "Man, I was wondering what had Emma so serious and all, but this is-! This is—!" he let out another burst of laughter, grabbing his belly and shaking his head, he completely rejected the story, "There's just no way! No way Mama is doing all of that!"

"Think about it, Don, Gilda. The walls. The gate. And the fact that the siblings who left never write to us, even though they promised to—" Norman stepped in to try and convince the laughing boy.

"Come on, stoooop! So, what's the punch line, huh? I never knew you were a comedian, Norman!" Don asked, laughing still as he pointed his fingers at the white-haired boy.

The second bout of silence that followed was all it took to tell Don there was no 'punch line'.

Don, a little thrown off, continued, "What… You're not seriously going to tell me that was all true, right Ray? Norman? Emma?" he asked the three of them; he looked at me, "Anna, they're lying, right?" he tried.

I gulped and looked away from them, feeling uncomfortable with this whole situation.

"It's true." Ray answered him, his voice flat and his eyes deadly serious.

"Wait… What? Hold on, then what about Mama?" Don asked, starting to look pale as it dawned on him that they really weren't joking with him.

"She's the one selling us to the bad people." Emma answered.

"What?! Don't be ridiculous – Mama would never!" Don said, glaring at Emma.

"No, I'm being serious here, Don! She's really—"

"Shut up! Take that back, Emma! I never would've thought you of all people would say that about Mama!" Don interrupted her and Norman rushed over, grabbing Don's shoulder.

"Exactly, Don! Emma isn't the type of person to slander Mama like that. Not without reason. Emma loves this house after all! There's no reason she would make up something like that." Norman said, trying to reason with the tanned boy.

It was then that Don truly began to hesitate upon taking in Norman and Emma's words. Looking at Gilda, I could see that she was accepting the story, as well. She was hunched over at the table, and seemed as though she were about to cry at any moment.

"I did think it was weird," she began and all eyes were on her, "That night when Emma, Norman and Anna went to the gate… Usually, even if you guys broke the rules, you'd always come clean about it and everything would be back to normal, but… You didn't apologize for it, and Norman even told me to keep quiet about seeing you guys… Then Mama made us do chores as if she were punishing us." she said, and looked to Don, "You saw it yourself, Don, with Anna. You've seen how down she's been when Dominic went away, and it's been the same with Emma. I've never seen Emma so serious and quiet before…!" she cut herself off, her voice tightening.

"Gilda…!" Emma began, and the glasses-wearing girl looked up to her, her eyes laced with tears.

"Is it true…? Did Mama really sell everyone off to bad people…? And did you guys see it happen?" she asked, her voice small and wobbling.

Emma didn't say anything, but ducked her head and nodded in confirmation, then pulled Gilda into a tight hug, which the girl gladly returned, wailing in despair.

Don shook his head in disbelief, "Wait, wait, but what about Dominic if that's true?! He's gotta be okay, right?!" he asked, taking Norman by the shoulders and shaking him.

Norman shook his head, "That, we don't know," he said apologetically.

Don stepped away, covering his mouth, "What? How can this be happening…?" he asked shakily, and turned to look at me again; he immediately walked over to me and grabbed my shoulders, "Why didn't you say anything about that earlier? Anna…!" he cut himself off, biting his tongue, and with a tsk he pulled me into a comforting hug.

I let him, grabbing his arm, but couldn't do much else. It was all I could do to not spill out everything and sabotage Norman and Emma's plan right here and now.

"Don. Gilda. We need your help. We want to make a plan to escape and go help Dominic and the others. Let's all escape from here. Together!" Emma told the two new additions to the group.

After collecting themselves and thinking over everything they'd just learned, the both of them nodded, ready to help us.

I sighed out quietly, watching as Emma and Ray went over everything that we'd pulled together so far with them from afar. Norman quietly joined my side, watching as well.

Keeping his eyes trained on Emma, Ray, Gilda and Don, he whispered to me.

"When the time comes, I hope they'll understand why we did it. Can I take that to refer to what we're going to talk about later? You're not going to back out?" he asked me quietly.

I didn't look at him, but nodded my head, "I really hope you'll hear me out at least… Like I told Emma a year ago, any and every lie I've told, it's been to protect us." I said, while inwardly, I was trying to swallow my anxiety that was bubbling back up.

I had to tell him something, and I had to be honest about it...

"I'll listen to what you have to say." He agreed.

There was no backing out, now.

I let everyone else leave the room with the excuse of trying to find the book I'd 'lost' one last time, and after five or so minutes, Norman returned to the room. While he'd been gone, with trepidation, I'd climbed up to the nook I'd hidden my notebooks in and took out only the first, oldest copy of my notes in my hands, biting my lip.

I'd already decided to start with this version of my notes, since they weren't as detailed and would be easier to go over with Norman. The fact that it was in my 6-year-old self's handwriting would also help in convincing him, I think.

But I was still super nervous about broaching the subject with him.

How did I start? Should I just wing it? Whatever I was going to do, I had to do it relatively quickly, so nobody noticed we were gone for a long time. Most importantly – Isabella and Crone couldn't know what we were doing.

Norman closed the door shut with a click, and began walking towards me, "We'll be left alone for a while. So... Are you ready to talk, Anna?" he asked me, his gaze cold and hard, "I want to ask a question, first. Is that okay with you?"

I gulped, and nodded, "Go for it?"

"Okay. I'm going to be blunt, then. Are you spying on us for Mama?" he asked me.

Am I Mama's Spy…? I knew he'd ask it, but to hear it straight away from him – it felt like a punch to the gut.

I sucked in a breath, holding up my oldest notebook, and looked Norman dead in the eye,

"I knew you would ask me that. And I know why you would think that... But I am not Mama's Spy." I said to him firmly, hoping my sincerity shined through in my words.

Nervously, I sighed out; "A-Actually… You may not believe me, but I'm hoping you'll give me a chance, here. What I'm going to say is going to sound totally unbelievable, but I want you to listen to me. I promise I'll explain as much of it to you as I can, as quickly as possible, but I don't know how much we can go over before people notice we're missing…! I—" I started speaking, and as I did, Norman's eyes widened, caught off guard by that barrage of words I was throwing at him, and his brows arced in confusion.

"Wait, wait…!" he raised a hand to ask me to pause, and looked at the notebook in my hands, "What are you talking about? What's so unbelievable that you'd keep it from us?" he stepped forward.

"Before I answer that, what is it… What made you think that I'm the spy?" I cut him off.

His gaze sharpened, "The way you said that is… as if there is a spy? If what you're saying is true, and you're not working for Mama, how would you know that for sure?" he asked me, interest piqued; his blue eyes darted towards the notebook in my hands, then back up at my own.

I nodded, "This notebook is here to help me explain it, but first, please answer my question? What was it that I did?" I asked him.

Norman breathed out through his nose, lips pursed, and nodded.

"First of all… You were the one that told us Beary was left behind. Alone, that doesn't matter, but I remembered that you were the one what spilled juice on Beary earlier that day, and looking back it seemed as if you were making a plan for us to see what was going to happen to Dominic. But that doesn't make sense if you're working with Mama. If you were, you wouldn't want us to know anything about what was really going on…" He trailed off, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as it just came to him.

"Right?" I nodded, agreeing, "Anything else?" I prompted him.

Norman nodded, "When Sister Krone arrived. You were the only one who wasn't surprised at all to see her there. Did Mama tell you she'd be coming in?" he asked me.

"So, it was Krone…? Good… that makes this easier to explain," I said with a shaky smile.

Yes. If it's about Krone, I think I had a good way to explain this.

Eyeing Norman's puzzled but cautious look, I shook my head, "It wasn't Isabella that told me. I already knew she was coming here, years before anything happened to make it so Krone would be summoned here. I even knew her face and personality before she was even a thought in Mama's head." I told him.

Norman shook his head, "But how would you know that? And wait, years before?" he asked.

I nodded, and handed him the first notebook I'd ever written this story in, "First, you'll need to read the last page of this notebook. It's got a glossary of all the codenames I've used in my notes." I said and he took the book, turning to the last page.

His eyebrows rose, "It's blank… no, wait, there's indentations in the paper…?" he asked, and noted wordlessly that the real last page seemed to have been torn out. I handed him a pencil I always carried in my skirt pocket if I knew I was going to be in the library, and he took it, rubbing it over the indentations.

He held the book up, reading the so-called code-names, "Spiderlily… Mama… Black Dahlia… Crone… Emma is Queen, Ray is Knight and… wait, I'm King?" he looked up to me with a confused expression, "I don't understand. What's going on, Anna? If you're not Mama's Spy, then what's really going on?" he asked me.

I nodded, steeling myself. This was it.

"I'm going to be blunt with you, too. I'm going to tell you the truth and it's going to sound crazy, but I'm hoping I'll be able to explain it all in one go for you. It's going to be super hard to believe. You can ask me any question you want, and I'll do my best to answer. Next, turn to the sixth page from the front of that notebook, first." I said to him.

He did so, and I continued, "You can tell by the handwriting that it's something I wrote when I still couldn't write very well, right? Like I wrote it when I was around five or six years old, right?" I prompted him.

"Yeah, it does… Wait! 'Rabbit will depart at Six'?" Norman quickly went to the last page again to check, "Huh? Rabbit is Conny?" he mumbled.

I nodded, lowering my eyes, "Rabbit was actually supposed to be Conny. That's something that I already changed about the original story." I corrected him, "But because of what I did to try and save Conny, it ended up being Dominic instead," I explained, biting my lip.

"I d-don't completely understand, but is this why you were so shocked by Dominic's adoption announcement that you got sick? What do you mean by 'the original story'?" Norman asked me.

"I've got everything from the original story that I could initially remember written in that notebook. I have a second notebook hidden, that I made later on – that one's got more detailed information. But I think it'd be best to read that one first. I want to make sure you trust and believe what I'm telling you, before I show you the rest of my hand. As for where I heard this 'original story', that's the most unbelievable part of all of this. Um… how do I say this? Do you know what infantile amnesia is…? No, I shouldn't start there…" I trailed off mumbling.

How the hell am I supposed to explain reincarnation to Norman without coming across as completely insane? It's not like I can just say I remember the demons when I was a baby and leave it at that. That wouldn't explain 'the original story' angle I'd introduced.

"Yeah, I know of it. It's referring to how we typically don't remember much of before we we're three years old, since the brain doesn't retain information as well at that stage. But there's more to it, right? I'm willing to hear you out, so just say it."

I nodded, "You see… The truth is that I don't have that infantile amnesia, like most people. But it's not that simple. I can also remember my previous life." I said, looking him in the eye, "This is where it gets really unbelievable. Norman… Originally… I l-lived in a world completely different from this one, without demons or farms in it. A-And in that previous life, I can remember reading a story called 'The Promised Neverland.' The main characters were you, Emma and Ray, and the rest of the kids. An Anna was there too. But she wasn't me. She didn't know anything about what's going on, until Emma tells her later on. But that Anna isn't here. Instead, it's… just me, in her body…" I trailed off, as a lump formed in my throat.

I subconsciously stepped backwards, as Norman didn't say anything and read over my old notes again and again, brow furrowed.

I wasn't sure if he really believed any of what I had just said, but judging by how he was poring over my notes, I think he was at least trying to take me seriously, despite everything.

It was a bit of a relief, to be honest. My racing heartbeat was gradually starting to slow down, but I was by no means calm about this situation just yet.

"It says here that in this 'story', Rabbit – Conny was originally the one to get shipped out a few days ago. But instead, it's Dominic. Is that due to your interference?" Norman asked, and looked up from the book to face me, "What was your goal in doing that? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you saved Conny, but I also can't be completely happy about it, since someone still died… But I guess you really couldn't have predicted something like that. And without Dominic, we wouldn't know what's going on right now." He hummed thoughtfully, glancing back down at the book again.

"Wait… Norman, do you believe me?" I asked him, worried eyes focusing in on him, trying to confirm it.

Norman rubbed his head, letting out a sigh, "I don't know… It really is unbelievable, Anna." He reasoned.

I nodded, flushing in dismay, "I-I know… But I swear, I'm not lying to you right now, Norman - I'm telling the absolute truth…!"

Norman was quiet for a moment, before speaking again, "Let me ask you another question. You were so upset and scared about telling me any of this in the first place, like you didn't want anything to change. But you know that things might change, now that you have, right?" he asked.

I gulped, and nodded.

"Why do it, then?" he asked me.

"Why, what?" I asked in return.

"Why not keep quiet? Why decide to tell me this, despite that? And why did you do something purposefully to change the 'original story' as you put it? You must've known it could make all of your information useless, potentially." Norman asked me.

"Because, I trust you, Norman…! I know that with you on my side, we can maybe change things for the better. And I can't lose you to suspicion by keeping too many secrets!" I said, raising my voice slightly, and he blinked in surprise. I saw his pale cheeks pinken slightly at my words.

I continued, "And… I couldn't just stand by and let Conny die when I knew why it happened and how to prevent it. It's because… C-Conny looks and acts just like Gracie…! So I just couldn't-!" I explained, my throat tightening and cutting me off. I felt my cheeks getting hot and my eyes, wet. I brought up my sleeve and rubbed them quickly, sniffling.

"Gracie?" Norman repeated, tilting his head and stepping closer.

"My little sister. In my past life. She was six, too, when I 'left' that life and was born in this one. Blond hair, bright blue eyes, cheerful and imaginative. Loved bunnies…" I answered him.

I wasn't looking at Norman, but I heard him sigh out again. When I saw his hand appear on my shoulder, I looked back up at him.

He had a small smile curling at the corners of his lips, "I see… If that's true, then I can understand why you did it. Those extra study sessions you tailored to Conny – they were all to protect your 'little sister.'" He nodded his head.

"B-But, Dominic-! I—" I tried to argue, but Norman shook his head.

"Like I said, you couldn't have predicted it'd be Dominic." He said.

I shook my head, "No. Dominic was totally innocent. I don't want to be forgiven for that. I hate being indirectly responsible for that, but it was his sacrifice in Conny's place that was a catalyst for you and Emma finding out, so...!" I said stubbornly.

It was quiet for a moment, and then…

"Okay. I won't say it's okay, then." Norman nodded in understanding, pulling his hand away and stepping back from me; "Anyway… If you're not Mama's spy, then that can only leave… hm…" he pulled up my notebook again and flipped through the pages, reading something, then closing it, "I'm going to keep ahold of this. And I'm going to test some parts of your 'story' on my own. If the notebook matches up, then we'll talk about this again." He said, and looked up at the clock on the wall, "It's getting late, so we should stop here for tonight."

I blinked in surprise, "Wh-Wha…? But what are you going to do?" I asked him.

He shook his head, smiling and putting a finger to his lips as if to say 'shh'.

"I won't tell you. And please, until I've confirmed your information is trustworthy, I'd like you to stay out of our planning sessions. I hope you understand." He said with a furrowed brow.

I nodded my head; though it stung, I understood why.

"For now, at least, I'm just glad that I've confirmed that you've always been on our side." He added after a beat, smiling to me.

Upon hearing that, I felt most of the air leave my lungs, struck with relief.

I didn't trust myself to speak right away, so I only nodded my head again. When I was ready, I replied with a soft voice, "Okay. I trust whatever you've got planned."

Even though Norman said it to comfort and reassure me, I still couldn't help but wonder if I did that right?

I guess only time would tell. I hoped Norman would make the right choice, and keep the notebook hidden for now, at least.

The evening faded into night, and as I heard Emma follow Gilda out of the dormitories to Crone's room, I kept quiet and didn't say a word.

Tomorrow, I'd keep my word and busy myself with other tasks. Maybe I'll spend some time with Conny.

(Norman POV)

Last night was… something. I'm still thrown off by what Anna and I discussed. She wasn't kidding when she said it was going to be unbelievable, but something in her notes really caught my eye.

'The Knight will work for both Black and White.'

Her glossary said that Ray's codename was 'Knight', and the way she'd answered my initial question had hinted at the existence of an actual spy, after all…

"Hey. Did you see, this morning? Sister Krone was scrutinizing the storage room floor."

I looked at Ray who was my partner today for our laundry chores and met his eyes.

The Knight is Ray. Following that logic, the note suggests that Ray is the real Spy for Mama. But it also implies that Ray would be open to being a double-agent of sorts.

Of course, I already had a plan in motion for this option, if it turned out this way, before I'd spoken to Anna or Emma about it.

Anna believes in Ray. And Emma wants to save everyone even if they don't want to be saved.

That's why I'm confident about going forward with this plan.

I nodded to Ray in answer to his question, "Yeah, Emma saw it." I confirmed, "She's making moves to find the targets… It's going against Mama." I added.

Just like Anna's notes hinted towards. 'The Black Dahlia will act in its own interests, separate from the Spiderlily.'

"So, should we be happy that she's not acting with Mama? Or should we complain about how annoying she is?" Ray asked, grumbling.

"Anyway, even if she was checking the footprints in the dust, it still wouldn't prove anything. The older kids all wear the same size slippers after all. And I walked around enough that she won't be able to figure out what I was looking for." I reassured Ray.

Ray shrugged, "But if footprints won't work, she'll come at us with something else. The problem is why Sister Krone wants to find the targets on her own. Depending on her objective…" he trailed off.

"She could become an even bigger problem." I agreed, and glanced to Emma and Gilda's spot, "Emma confirmed it last night. Gilda's definitely on our side." I said.

Ray nodded, "That means it's gotta be Don. Right?" he put forward.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Maybe… Hey, Ray. Why do you think the traitor is acting against us?" I asked him.

Ray hummed, "Well, obviously there must be some sort of advantage in doing so. For example, they could be spared from being shipped out or can become an adult." He answered me matter-of-factly.

I glanced at him, before looking down thoughtfully, "A guarantee to live, huh…" I hummed.

Is that what Ray's motive for being Mama's spy could be? But if Anna's notes are to be believed, there's more to it than that.

I looked back up to Ray, and changed the subject with a smile, "Hey, Ray, later today, come and check the spots we hid our supplies with me." I asked him, and he nodded.

"You want to check if Don reported it to Mama. Okay." He agreed, just like I hoped he would.

Time to test if the Knight really will work for Black and White.

onigiriri: I'm sorry this took so long to get out, but I hope what I've written was worth the wait. I struggled a lot with Norman and Anna's talk, and wrote many many drafts of it, and I'm still not 100% pleased with it. I don't know if I kept Norman's reaction in-character enough, so I'd love to hear some constructive criticism on how to improve it if it needs improving, or even some reassurances, lol. I agonised over this for ages and decided to just put it out there and hope for the best!

Hope you liked! Please leave a review! x

(~October 23rd, 2020.)