The Cyanided Heart+ Extra

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But... that promise is no more.

Is my choice correct or not?

...

His dizzy head doesn't even have the motivation to think, so if he slowly opens his eyes, he should be able to see something.The silent space was filled with darkness, and the cold touch came from the limbs.

feeling bad.Such a signal came from the head.Amy closed her eyes, the smell of disinfectant flooding her nostrils.She felt cold sweat dripping down her cheeks, and the scorching heat seemed to explode in her head.

Amy no longer wants to think about where she is.The feeling of hot and cold came again, and the guy was like a trailing beast.The chill and fear it brought never ceased, and Amy seemed to hear its roar.

Why am I still alive?Why don't I just die...

I don't... I don't want to die like this.Everyone is good... come help me, come help me this terrible feeling... maybe some kind of disease!Amy struggled until her wrist was strangled.

The coldness of the operating table soaked into Amy's thin top, which was only to the extent of concealing her shame.Despite the mental preparations... Amy was still in a cold sweat.

The sound of leather boots pierced the silent darkness——someone is coming this way.

…who is it?

The shadowless lamp was turned on.Amy turned her head to one side, frowned and closed her eyes to avoid the stimulation of the light.

The next moment when I slowly opened my eyes--

Someone was standing in front of the operating table, seeming to be adjusting the position of the shadowless lamp.Amy could hear the creak of the knob.disturbed.She felt her heart beating faster.

The man put down his raised hands--with her smooth short black hair and cold blue eyes, he stared at Amy without any warmth.

This... devil!

Chapter 18: Fragments

"...Amy?"

That idiot, I promised not to run around.Kate sighed while hugging the apple in her arms, then peeled away the layers of leaves and looked down.

Sure enough, there was no sign of Amy.

Although she was the one who begged not to run away at first, she was still amazed when she saw the apple tree full of fruits... In short, let's go to her first.Kate put the apples into her coat, tied them on her back in a sack, and climbed down the tree trunk.

"Amy----! Amy----"

Only the crisp sound of birdsong.Well, where is this guy going... Kate frowned.

"Amy...?"

If she didn't exist in my memory in the first place, it's only natural that I couldn't find her.Nightmare often tells us this.

wrong…!not like this.

Kate opened her eyes, rubbed her sweat-soaked shirt, and struggled to sit up.

...Probably my own subconscious is at work.Kate took a few deep breaths and began to look around.

Dark corridors lined with taller iron railings seemed a sign of majesty or fear of a scourge.The air was a little colder, and the pale light shone on Kate's face.

"…are you OK?"

A familiar voice came into Kate's ears.It was Buford, who was leaning against the wall with his head drooping, and the corners of his mouth raised decadently in response to Kate's puzzled eyes.

"Kate... you hit hard, right?" Buford sighed, "Although I don't know the time now, you have slept for a long time..."

"Buford... where is this? Where's Amy?" Kate didn't care to listen to Buford's description, "What happened, where did she go?"

"I don't know." Buford held his forehead. "I haven't seen her since I woke up. And... Anne doesn't seem to be with us. She's probably in the opposite room. That's terrible."

The cell was filled with the cries and complaints of children.But Kate was not in the mood to savor them at this time.

...

The ponytail spread out on the cheeks hugged Annie's arms like a mess of weeds.She buried her face in her clasped hands and raised knees, only showing her timid eyes to look around.The darkness pressed against her like a mountain... Anne thought so.

It's dead now.

Friends who once promised me... are reliable, are they now in danger?Why... don't you come and save me, just comfort me a little bit.But I didn't see your figure.

This was the time when there was nothing to do, and Annie, who had no choice but to swallow her tears, chose to digest the pain alone.Always begging to give but not giving...don't be kidding, I'm not that kind of person.While desperately denying herself, Anne made up her mind——

Anyway... I don't want to die in a place like this.

Any method is fine.

...

Wendy could feel the heat coming from the wound, and when she was in a daze, another whip——it swept towards Wendy's cheek heavily, leaving a purple-red trace, and there was faint blood flowing from Wendy's face. dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Would you rather be disfigured than tell?" Jessica waved the whip with a grim expression, "Look at yourself, what a delicate face you have. Otherwise, I wouldn't make such unnecessary resistance, because Your comrades won't know what you've done, will they? You can keep your loyalty."