„Why...? Why would you do that...?"
I wake up in a cold sweat. Was it all just a dream? I think to myself, but once my eyes managed to adjust to the darkness I realized how wrong I am. I lay awake in a room. Not the cell, but a room. Not just any room however, it seems to be some kind of guest room I would assume. The bed, it's soft, comfy and certainly not cheap. How did I get here? It seems waking up in places is going to become a new habit of mine... I look around the room. I don't see much because of how dark it is. Is it still night? No... that's not it. If I was sleeping, I doubt I could sleep past the whole daytime. No, the issue at hand is... this room has no windows. Why doe-... right. Vampires. This means I am still in the mansion, not surprised there. But... Why am I still alive, no less in a guest room from the looks of it?
My nose... I-It's not broken?! I touch my nose, it stings a bit, that's all.
„I-Impossible..." I mutter to myself.
How come? I don't think a broken nose can heal overnight. Or did I truly sleep for several days? No. That can't be. If that were the case my muscles would have hurt because I haven't done any movement for a longer period of time, resulting in them becoming stiff. That's how it works, I think...
Let me recall the events which unfolded before. I woke up in a cell, met a man which I remember under ,,K,, who later died. While he was alive, we escaped the dungeons and walked around the main halls before getting ambushed by Remilia. I tried to punch the vampire only to get punched back by the force of a truck.
Yup, that's about it.
I feel my throat hurt, it's dry. I spot a glass of water on a table. I guess it was prepared for me once I wake up. I certainly don't complain. At the moment, I would kill for a single gulp of water to pour down my dry throat. I walk over to it and grab a hold of the glass containing the sweet, refreshing, cold water which will solve my current problems... At least, one of them. I gulp it down fast at first, but slow down at the end to make sure it goes properly down my throat so it doesn't hurt anymore.
„Ahhh... Just what I needed." I say, content for the moment. I snap out of the comforting moment of having a nice cold drink on a sunny hot day and head back to either lay or sit down on the bed once again.
Now, the question still remains. Why am I not dead yet? Has Remilia shown mercy to me? Unlikely. Otherwise she wouldn't have punched me that hard. I think. There is a reason why I am in a room and almost fully healed. Almost fully healed, since the mental damage I suffered won't likely ever fully heal... But what IS the reason? I can waste my time, laying or sitting on this bed. Going through multiple possibilities on what the reason may be... or I could stand up. Walk out of this room and get the answer myself. ... I think I prefer staying here to be honest... No, I have to move forwards. Sitting here is like giving up. I ain't giving up just yet.
I stand up and make my way towards the only exit, the door. I place my hand on the handle and press d- !
*click*
Someone else is on the other side! Someone else just opened the door as I was about to! Who could it possibly b- !
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Before me, stands no other but... Sakuya, the headmaid.
„Oh, it seems you have awoken. "
She spoke, as I simply stare at her. Unsure on what to do. Her voice seems refined and emotionless, as if she already saw the end of the world. I highly doubt that's the case but you never know.
„It was about time. The Mistress was starting to get impatient."
Excuse me? So, it's my fault I got punched to oblivion? Okay, I see how it is.
„We will wait until the Mistress awakes, until then I shall answer questions of yours, for I assume you have a lot to ask. I will warn you however, that I will not answer all questions, as requested by the Mistress." She firmly states.
I think by ,,Mistress,, she means Remilia. I naturally want answers, so I start to ask the questions which intrigue me the most at the moment.
„How long was I asleep?" I ask, thinking that's a good first question to start things off.
„You were asleep for 3 days." 3 days!? Huh, I guess it could have been worse. That punch surely did a fine number on me. The next time I meet Remilia, I'll make sure to apologize for the attack. I don't ever want her to strike me again. Never again. The thought of it still hurts me. Brrrr...It makes me shiver.
„How come my nose is already healed? I don't think a broken nose heals over 3 days' time." I ask her, genuinely anticipating what the answer to that will be.
„I took care of you while you were unconscious, that includes your wounds, as per the Mistress wish." Huh? So she made sure I didn't bleed out and die? Wow. I would be grateful but I can tell she only did it because it was an order from her Mistress, Remilia. I should thank her regardless, after all it was still nice being alive.
„Uhh… Thanks, for making sure I didn't die." I guess? Never was good with thanking people.
„You do not need to thank me. It is the Mistress you should thank. It was her after all, who wanted you alive." It was also her after all, who nearly punched me to death.
Yes, I did strike first. Twice even. But if you want someone genuinely alive... You don't punch with such force!
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Unless... She decided she wanted me alive AFTER the punch... why would she suddenly change her mind thought? I can't remember much of what she said after the punch. Only that she was ,,Impressed,,. The rest is all a blur...
„Why does Remilia want me alive, if I may ask?" I continue asking.
„The Mistress saw potential in you, that you may be capable as a distraction while the Mistress commences her plan."
A distraction? Her plan? What are they, at war with someone or what? I volunteer to remain neutral, then.
„Now, could you tell me how you know the Mistresses name?" Asks Sakuya before I can ask another question.
„Huh? Well, some of the prisoners I talked with knew how she was named, that's how." I will not tell her about my adventure with K, Remilia can tell her that. I won't.
„Do you know anything else?" She asks again, it seems she is suspicious of me hiding information from her. She is right, I am hiding the details. However, I have an idea on how to turn this around.
„Yes, I also know about another vampire who goes by the name Flandre. Other than that pretty much nothing else, if my mind serves me right."
Sakuya nods, seemingly satisfied.
Ha, didn't have to go to detail into any of those. 1 for me, 0 for the headmaid!
„I think you expect me to ask about Remilia's plan, however I am more interested about you." Let's see what I can figure out about her.
„Huh?" Sakuya says, surprised by my sentence.
„Tell me, you are human, right?" I begin the line of questioning.
„Yes. That is correct." Answers Sakuya.
„Then, why do you serve a Vampire, two no less?" Now I'm curious.
„My fate is to serve the Mistresses, and full fill any requests or desires they may have. Of course, Lady Remilia's orders and requests go above the ones from Lady Flandre." She says, with closed eyes and a smile.
„But why?" I press on.
„I am afraid you wouldn't understand. I do not blame you. Perhaps you will understand one day."
I do understand, Sakuya...
You are a fanatical servant.
You do not care about what will happen to you, do you? No, you probably only care for your master. In this case, Mistress Lady Remilia. Now that I think about it, how should I refer to Remilia? I don't think she would like me to simply call her Remilia. I think Miss Scarlet, as K said, is a good choice.
„I see. So, about Remilia's plan..." I start asking the obvious question now. I think I had enough fun playing detective. I might actually do a good job as one. I think, at least.
„I cannot say much, as per the Mistress orders." Ah.
„All I will tell you is that you became a rather important role in her plan." Oh? Me? Rather important role? I don't think I like the sound of that, considering I was or rather still AM a prisoner in a way.
„Why would someone as me play a rather important role in her plan?" I ask, trying to get a bit more information.
„I do not know. For me, you seem rather useless." Ouch. That hurt, Sakuya. That really hurt. I appreciate the honesty, at the very least. Though honesty hurts at times, sadly.
„The Mistress insisted that you can still be of use. Thus, she waited for you to recover so she can begin." I am afraid of what use she had or has in mind.
„Can you show me around while we wait? I need to stretch my legs and arms a bit anyways, since they are pretty relaxed after not doing any movement for 3 days, you see." I ask. I hope she agrees to this. Because if she does... I can get a better idea on where what is once I try to escape. What, I want to escape this place? Hmmm... Yes. Pretty sure I am as good as dead if I don't. After all, I am pretty much talking to myself already in my head, aren't I? I'll escape in the honour of K, may it be the last thing I do. Whatever they throw at me, I'll endure it. As long as I have hope for freedom, I shall not break.
„Very well, I still have some tasks to do anyways. You will follow me and help me clean."
Even though I don't really want to clean, I still need the basic information on where what is. I should be able to memorise the layout if we spend a few hours walking around. So, I nod to Sakuya's words and we head out of the room.
I walk behind her, observing my surroundings.
„The Scarlet Devil Mansion truly is magnificent, wouldn't you agree?" Asks Sakuya as we walk.
„It... has a very elegant touch to it, yes." I try to sound nice. In reality, the whole halls are just a crimson like red, filled with large amounts of dread. There are a few windows, if one believes it. They are made in a way, in which it blocks out most of the sun however. That means it only really adds to the already dreadful atmosphere.
We continue walking, stopping at few places to clean, fix and so on. Time passes by and we continue doing the same thing over and over and over again.
„Do you do this all the time?" I ask, trying to get some conversation. I already pretty much have a base idea on where to go so I have time.
„Why, yes. I clean this mansion each and every day when I have no other orders from my Mistress at the moment." Hmm, I wonder...
„But, you don't clean this whole mansion alone, right? The fairy maids do a lot of the cleaning as well, no? Because this place is HUGE from what I can tell." I say, shortly getting my answer as we continue cleaning.
„Hmph, the fairy maids do as much as one could expect an infant to do. No, I clean this whole place alone. The work the fairy maids do is miniscule to even be considered help."
Damn. If I was to clean a place this big all alone each day... I would have went mad the second day. I respect the dedication while not losing your mind, Sakuya.
Suddenly, pain. My stomach hurts. It must have finally woken up and realize it didn't eat much for quite some time. Should I try my luck and ask for a snack at most?
„Say, Sakuya... Could I have something to eat? I don't think I've eaten anything for the past 3 days I was unconscious..." I ask in hopes of getting even a single slice of bread, really.
„Hm, yes. I think we can take a break. Follow me, I'll make us something to eat. After all, Lady Remilia is waking up soon. I will also prepare some tea for her as well, while you eat."
Huh, I guess I am lucky? Well, better face the devil with a full stomach than an empty one, right?
We head for the kitchen. I take a seat at the table as Sakuya instructed me.
While I wait for Sakuya to come back, I think about how much more there is to come. I mean, this is practically my second day. Since I was asleep for 3 days. So much has happened in such short time. I still have no clue how I got here or why I can't remember certain things about me and my life. It really is fascinating, how quickly one can go from place to place, from situation to situation in a finger snap. It just goes to show that things can go either painfully slow, or awfully quick. There isn't much I can do about that. Now, I don't think I can do much right now too, but... If I ever get the opportunity...
I know. I'll play nice, do as I am told and behave as I should. Build some trust. Then, once the time is right... I'll strike! Yes, I'll try to either escape or cause some chaos. Unnoticed, that is. If I would get caught it's over. Will it work? Probably not! Can I do anything else but that? Certainly not! The future is grim for me if I remain here. I can tell. Once the plan of Remilia is over. Failure or success, it doesn't matter. I am going to be disposed of. Or eaten as a victory/better luck next time, meal. I won't allow this to happen. As long as I have a free will, I will not stop pursuing freedom. Give it your all, Remilia! Because you will not be the end of I!
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Don't actually, I would much rather appreciate you just letting me go, you already nearly were the end of me with a single punch...
My thoughts get interrupted as I am brought back to reality because of a plate being placed in front of me.
„Thank you." I say, looking at the meal.
It honestly looks delicious by the mere sight. It's like I'm already feasting on it by simply observing it. Every detail of it is begging for me to take a bite and who am I to refuse? I start to eat my meal and... Holy... Mother... of... God... This has got to be the best stuff I've ever eaten in my life! Is it the food itself? Is it the way it was made? Is it because Sakuya, a headmaid, made it? No idea. Not like I care at the moment anyways. I just want to eat and enjoy it. For it could very well be my last meal.
„Sakuya, this is amazing! It's like a firework of flavours in my mouth! How did you learn to cook so well?" I say genuinely impressed by the cooking skills she must have.
„Years of experience." She says with a light smile. I think she likes being complimented for her work and effort. That could come in handy...
„I have never tasted anything as good as that, I don't think anything I've ever eaten comes close to this, even!" I try to compliment her some more.
„Hmm, why, thank you. I am glad you think so." She smiles with her eyes closed. She looks so pretty when she smiles. A shame she mostly carries a dead serious face. I think a smile suits her more.
„Ah, it's almost time. Here, have some water before we go to Lady Remilia's room." Says Sakuya.
Honestly, can't time just stop moving? I would love to just sit here and eat the meal over and over again... Nah, I would eventually get sick of the same meal, having to eat the same thing for a long period of time reduces the tastes of it to one of almost disgust. Time also won't stop, since it's impossible to stop time. I guess I'll just accept my fate and meet once more with Remilia. This time on a better note, I hope.
I slowly drink the glass of water I got from Sakuya and we begin to move towards Remilia's bedroom. Sakuya carries a tray in hand, on the tray is a tea set and other decorations and what not. It seems Remilia expects to be served in the most fanciest way imaginable. I know some people would do anything and kill anyone to live in such luxury. As we walk, I notice some fairy maids hanging around. I was wondering where they are. I haven't seen one of them since the escape attempt with K. They are, as expected, not doing much. As they notice Sakuya, they try to act like they are working hard, cleaning the floor to make it shine like a star. But both I and Sakuya can tell that this is just a waste of time to break one's head over.
„Here we are, please, wait here." Sakuya says to me and walks in the bedroom of Remilia.
Oh boy, the fun is about to begin. While I wait I start to ask myself questions... What could a vampire like her possibly plan? Cover the sun, claim more territory or get some information by selling slaves? No clue. What I do know for sure is it can't be anything good, that's for certain. Yet, I wonder where or in what part of the plan I could possibly be so important that she waited for me to wake up for the past 3 days. Normally, I would feel touched. It is nice if someone deems you useful in life. In this situation, however, I don't think it's that great. I might just be some kind of meat shield for something or worse. As I continue to think about multiple possibilities and scenarios, I am once more brought back to reality after hearing the click of the door handle, with the door opening shortly after.
„Why, you sure took your time to wake up, hmmm? Huhuhu~" Says the one who most likely just woke up. Sure, I slept for 3 days from what I was told so, I'll call it even.
As she fully walks out, I see that she wears the same dress and mob cap like the last time I saw her. This time, she isn't covered in blood, though. With Sakuya by her side, she speaks up.
„Now, if I remember correctly, last time we met, we didn't get to introduce each other."
True, although I already know who she is, she doesn't know who I am. Good. I ain't telling her my real name, no chance.
„I am Remilia Scarlet, The Scarlet Devil and owner of The Scarlet Devil Mansion. Do not be fooled by my young appearance, boy. For I am over 500 years old. Therefore, I know more than you ever will in your short lifespan. I am also the great granddaughter of Vlad the Impaler. So do not try anything foolish, for I can ensure your fate will be one of pain. Huhuhu~"
Wanna gloat some more? You don't have to put on such a show just for introductions... I am not even someone of high value! And what was that about Vlad the Impaler? Wasn't he the Romanian guy who impaled people to spread fear amongst the Ottoman armies? Wait, wasn't there something about impaling vampires? Impaling the heart of a vampire to kill them? Yes, I think that was the case from a movie I once saw. Is it true? Well, only one way to find out. If I ever get the chance, I might as well prove if its truth or a myth.
Anyways, as she was introducing herself she was doing multiple gestures which I assume are some ,,noble behaviours,, used by spoiled rich people.
„You likely already knew my name, but surely you didn't know the rest, did you?"
True, didn't know she was over 500 years old...
Does that make her legal...?
What? No, why am I thinking about this? This is completely irrelevant!
„Would you kindly tell me your name then, boy?" I try to look respectful and bow down as I introduce myself.
„My name is... 12."
Yup, I'm sticking by that number like a fly in a spiders net. Won't bother coming up with anything else, why should I after all?
„12? That is a rather strange name for a human. Wouldn't you agree, Sakuya?" She says, rubbing her chin with her small hand, thinking about something.
„Strange indeed." Responds Sakuya.
I don't care if it's strange, be happy you have something to call me. Even though I can already tell they will call me by other nicknames already.
„Very well. 12 it is." Says Remilia as she puts her hands behind her back, walking forwards through the hall.
„Follow me. We shall sit down and have some more tea while I'll tell you exactly what you will do."
Could I not? I don't think I have a choice. So I nod once and follow after her, two meters in distance. I don't want to be close to her if I can avoid it. Sakuya follows close behind me, likely making sure I don't try anything dumb. Do not worry, if I am going to try anything then it's going to be in the moment of opportunity.
We continue walking down the hallway until we come across a rather large door. Once the door is opened, I am greeted with a sight to behold. I am no architect but this room looks like if it was made by the most skilled workers and who not from around the world. There is a single throne in the back. Behind it is a giant art piece of some kind. I think this is likely the throne room. A throne room fit for a king? No. A throne room fit for a princess, the Scarlet Devil, Remilia Scarlet in this case. Do people visit her often? I doubt it. Then why put such effort keeping everything elegant and perfect if no one but yourself is going to see it? Is it self-prestige? Most likely. Just to be satisfied in knowing how rich and powerful one is. A waste of money, in my honest opinion. There is a large table in the middle of the room, accompanied with several chairs. Remilia sits down at the one at the end, making it look like as if she was the boss of this place. Which she is.
„Take a seat." Remilia gestures to the chair close to her.
I slowly get closer and slowly sit down. Now, are you going to tell me what you have in store for me or what? The uncertainty within me is slowly killing me at this point.
„You are certainly wondering why you are still alive, isn't that right?" Asks Remilia while putting both of her petite hands under her chin, resting her head on them as she uses her arms for ground support on the table.
„Y-Yes, indeed I am, Miss Scarlet." I respond, with a hint of fear in my voice.
„Huhuhu~ it has been a while since I was addressed like that." She says, a smirk appearing on her face. A fang can be seen. Is that supposed to be good or bad?
„But please, call me Lady Remilia. I do not mind being addressed as Miss Scarlet, however, I prefer Lady Remilia more. Call me as you deem right."
Believe me, you don't want me to call you as I wish. I'll go with Lady Remilia. Maybe I can build some trust so they don't pay much attention to me while they are distracted and I can sneak out. If the way the plan involves me allows that, that is.
Sakuya appears behind me with a tray in hand, two cups of what appears to be red coloured tea are placed in front of me and Remilia. Weird, I didn't notice her walking up behind me. I guess I was just too deep in thought or too distracted by Remilia's presence. I take a sip of the warm brew.
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It's not bad, however the taste is kinda weird... a bit metallic I think. It reminds me of something but I can't quite place my finger on it. Anyways, time to start getting some answers...
„Sakuya told me you kept me alive for a plan of yours, Lady Remilia. She hasn't told me much about it. Only that I play a rather important role in it." Just give me what my heart desires and tell me what use you have for me, please.
„Good, good... Well, I won't tell you exactly what the plan is about, for you see, you don't need to know much about it." This is not what I want to hear.
„I will tell you, however, about your role." Now THIS is what I want to hear about!
„You are to babysit my little sister, Flandre."
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Yes, one single ticket to out-of-this-vile, thank you.
„B-B-Babysit, F-Flandre?" I think I'm getting paler, as my arms become weak.
„Yes, I do not wish for her to decide to leave her room while I am in the middle of something. So, I desire you to keep her busy for as long as you can."
What if I refuse? Oh, wait. I know. I either get kicked in her room by force or die the moment I disagree... So I will have to play along.
„So, what you are telling me is... you don't trust your sister?" I ask and-
„Silence."
-I immediately get a look which could kill someone. Bad choice of words on my side.
„It is not that I do not trust her, no. I am convinced she will obey my wish for her to stay in her room." Remilia leans back.
„One can never be too sure, though. That is why I want you to distract her for as long as you can." Remilia's toothy smirk returns.
„If you manage to survive, I might just hire you to be her permanent babysitter"
I know the answer but I must still ask...
„S-Survive?"
Remilia returns to the hands under chin position.
„Yes. Survive until my plan is complete. If you can't, then at least last longer than half an hour. Huhuhu~"
Damn you, Remilia... If I manage to survive I'll make sure you'll pay for that. One way or the other.
„You see, Flandre won't hold back, unlike me. If she suddenly decides she wants to punch you, she will most certainly not hold back like I did when I punched you."
Yeah, not buying it. You were holding back? HA! Tell that to my nose! If you are honest however, how come your sister hasn't beaten you up yet, or do you not hold back against her? Did you even fight each other yet, since siblings tend to do that a lot of the time? How long is she locked in her room? And WHY is she locked up in her room in the first place!?
„I see. Why is Flandre locked up in the first place?" I ask since, there's got to be a reason, right?
„You see, she hasn't gotten her powers under control yet. Neither her mind. She isn't a fine lady like me, yet." What? Powers? Each question I ask seems to make more questions rather than answer them. Also, how does locking her in a room help!? I'd say it would do the opposite!
„Well, for how long is she locked up?" I ask, probably my last question.
„For most of her life. She is younger than me, but not by much." How much do you consider ,,not by much,, is a question I'll keep to myself.
As we finish our cup of tea, Remilia stands up and begins to speak.
„It is time. I will now take my leave, if you don't mind." She says as she starts walking away.
„It was nice talking with you. Sakuya, bring him to Flandre. Make sure to only send him in once the time is right as I have told you." Sakuya silently nods.
As Sakuya was about to grab my wrist, I spoke up.
„Lady Remilia?"
Remilia stops walking, listening to what I have to say.
„I promise you, I will survive. Flandre won't break me."
I can tell a smirk is formed once more on her face without her needing to face me.
„Interesting. Do surprise me." she says and resumes walking as do we, in the opposite direction however.
We walk down the oh so familiar steps.
Yup, we are back in the dungeon, baby. As we walk through the hall of the prison cells, I look at the one cell in which the man I smashed the head in once stood. It was clean and empty. As if the prisoner never existed. No corpse. No blood. Nothing. If one didn't know what happened in this cell, one would never realize.
We keep walking, is this hallway that long or is Sakuya just walking in a slower pace? Why would she walk slower? Oh, I think it's because we still have some time and she doesn't want to wait at our current destination. Makes sense. I look around the hall. I immediately notice a major difference. We are currently in the dungeon, which means the walls are made out of stone bricks. Logically. Unlike the ,,ground level,, which had walls made out of fine wood, painted in a crimson red. One major difference I can tell however is that... the more we approach our destination, the darker it seems it's getting. At first the hallway was lit very brightly by many candles. But, as we kept going less and less candles were around to keep shining any sort of light into the hallway. As of now, there is little to no light. I can still see, it isn't that dark, but... I certainly can't see much. I can see fine five meters in front of me but beyond that I can barely see a side table coming up.
At last, it seems we have arrived.
Sakuya stopped in front of a very... menacing looking door... with a lot of weird symbols around it. It almost seems like it's a seal to keep a monster inside.
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I was joking but maybe I hit bullseye with this single offhand comment.
Sakuya takes out a pocket watch. It seems it's made out of pure gold. I wonder how valuable it could be. She keeps looking at it. I think my time is about to come. I am not entirely sure what I am about to face, to be honest. I think I will have to play my cards right if I want to live. But I only got one shot, better make it count. Remilia mentioned Flandre isn't lady like yet like her... does that mean she is more of a wild savage or... a child? If it's the first one I'm dead. The second one... I could try to play around and do as she desires. Maybe I could trick her into helping me get out from here... Well, it certainly is a possibility. I could try and risk it. Before I make any more theories and what not. I have yet to face the...The Sister of the Scarlet Devil...? I guess that could be a good title.
With each second passing, my emotions are swirling in a confused pool in my head. Fear, sadness, anger, hope... I am skipping through each of them every second. Waiting for Sakuya to do something else instead of just staring at her pocket watch. Maybe I can try to talk with her for a moment, while we still wait?
„Say, Sakuya... Do you think Flandre will kill me as Remilia bets?" Without looking at me, she answers rather quickly.
„If Lady Remilia thinks so, then yes." Not surprised. She simply blindly follows Remilia's words. I guess I'll never understand how and why she does that.
Suddenly, Sakuya closes and puts away her pocket watch.
„It is time." She says and grabs me by my shoulder.
„Try your best to survive for at least thirty minutes, like Lady Remilia requested." She says and opens the door.
„I'll do what I can." Are the last words I manage to say to her before I am pushed into the room and the door is closed shut behind me. I can hear Sakuya run away in a hurry. Whatever Remilia has planned is probably very important and Sakuya cannot afford to waste time. She likely has to do a few more tasks. No wonder, she is after all the headmaid and... basically the only capable maid.
I look around the room. It is quite large. It's dark but, I can make out a few things as it isn't too dark to not be able to see anything. I can tell that unlike the rest of the mansion, this time the walls are painted in... pink? And are those... toys scattered around? Some appear to be broken, others appear to be worn out or slightly ripped. Is... Is Flandre un-lady like because... she acts as a child? Was I right with my second assumption? If that's so then it's quite sad. Just because one is still innocent at heart doesn't mean you have to lock them up... or is she innocent? Well, her room most certainly seems like it. Even if the toys seem to hint otherwise. But children do tend to break toys time to time. So it's not really surprising, right? She is still a vampire, however... I can't forget about that.
I spot a large luxurious bed in the middle of the room placed by the wall. Is Flandre laying in her bed? I don't see her anywhere. Does she know I am in her room? Is she hiding from me? Or... Is she watching her victim, waiting for the right moment to strike? Ahhh! I got to stop thinking like this! Before something happens I go crazy by myself! I am unnecessarily putting myself in more fear.
I should try to find Flandre instead o-
„Who are you?"