Monoko's POV

After I opened that door many years ago, it turned out that my temporary feeling of numbness and loss of consciousness were both caused by a cursed enchantment by the evil sorcerer nicknamed 'the Face', or so Kyuukyuu-kun told me after I recovered.

Even I was horrified shortly after regaining my consciousness. My head felt weird, and so did my arms. It turned out that I gained three more arms and hands on the weird-feeling spots because of that cursed enchantment, and that some of my facial features would also be afflicted by it, mostly my mouth and left eye.

At the same time, I felt something awaken from the inside, but I didn't quite care about what it was, because I was simply overwhelmed with shock.

"This is literally the worst thing that ever happened in my living life" I cried, "and I cannot even seem to control it!"

"If you'd like" Monoe offered, "I could help you gain control. I know a few improvised methods, but those aren't just suitable for people afflicted by evil enchantments, of course. Remember how I helped Nana out with her anger control issues that way?"

"Yeah, I remember that… and even though it's quite different in my case, feel free to help, because who knows if it's really going to work?"

Monoe simply smiled, as she helped me back up and held onto me. She was quite strong for a mere seven-year-old, as well as a little bigger than me.

"Monoko, there's no need to worry about your new situation otherwise" Kyuukyuu-kun told me. "Many other people have gotten an evil enchantment by the Face throughout many days, and all of their results dramatically differed. One of them lost their ability to walk forward and suddenly gained two left feet, so they could only walk backwards and quite clumsily ever since, and the other suddenly couldn't read and write anymore. And in an even worse case, it even left someone at the brain age of a mere baby, and the people with whom they were literally had to carry them home afterwards."

"Oh my goodness, that surely is horrifying. I promise not to complain from today on." I got up and stretched, still having to get used to my newly-grown arms.

Monoe's POV

Back home, I showed a few possible control methods to my sister which we would practice very soon, because the both of us were worried sick about the fact that she'd often randomly go into 'crazy mode' (yup, we both decided on that name) against her will.

Monoko insisted on wanting to work with the traffic light method. It was a good thing that I had a manually settable traffic light somewhere, because I would often let someone else around the White Desert use it whenever Monoko and I would do schoolwork, and from the colour of the light, we could determine if we still had to continue or not.

Eventually, Nana, one of the Toriningen we knew, would occasionally come to do some schoolwork with us, but would always freak out whenever it came to maths, a course in which she wasn't the best. This is where I made up and started the mind controlling method with the traffic light, in the hope that it'd solve the freak-outs. After a little while, it worked successfully, so from that time on, every time when we did maths, she would occasionally take a quick break to avoid another freak-out.

But my idea for Monoko was to eventually teach her to only go into her crazy mode whenever the traffic light was red.

"I think that once I mastered this method" Monoko said, "I may just get confused with it whenever a real traffic light on the street will turn red. That's my concern."

"We should be happy that we're being home-schooled" I said, "rather than in a public school, because of so many reasons, of which one of those isn't just the public traffic lights!"

"Yeah, I'd probably get picked on for this by now if we were in public school. I'll just try to hold on to this scheme, and eventually master the whole method, I promise."

"Good, now to just start controlling it with your thoughts."

The first step worked out successfully. Of course Monoko could use her brain to determine if she'd go into crazy mode or not. But whenever she did this, she stated that she constantly felt the secondary feeling that she previously didn't care about once again.

"Right" I replied, "but I think once we'll make a doctor's appointment regarding that, that you'll probably scare the organs out of them."

"Maybe they should just get used to it, after all, there are more peculiar people living in and around our world."

She was right. Dave Spector, the one who would always home-school us, looked quite peculiar indeed, yet he was quite a nice and understanding person whenever someone needed it.

And Takofuusen, a large, cloud-like thing, who occasionally floated around the White Desert, looked even more peculiar, but that didn't mean that he'd never go out to other public spots on occasion. (Even though it would still shock a fairly small amount of people as a result.)

Slowly but surely, Monoko successfully mastered her skill of only going into her crazy mode whenever the manually settable traffic light would be red, or just whenever she was ordered to do so.