The Cyanided Heart

"...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, Annie 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 heavily towards Wendy's cheek, leaving a purple-red trace, and there was faint blood from the corner of Wendy's mouth. drip.

"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."

Wendy gasped.He seemed to be hesitating about something.Jessica frowned and put down her whip.

"...Let me tell you, do you want to think about it?" Jessica smiled, grabbed Wendy's chin and raised her head.The pair of eyes that looked at each other only revealed deep confusion and despair, "Don't worry, people will only remember heroes, and don't care whether their hero was a traitor or not."

"..."

"Tell me, what's your commander-in-chief's next move? Hurry up."

"I……"

Wendy coughed twice.The bloodstains pulled by the facial muscles caused bursts of pain.

Jessica crossed her arms, waiting for Wendy's response.

"Tch... Do you think it's so easy for me to talk?" Wendy gritted her teeth and turned her head to the side.

Jessica sighed.

"You guys are so stubborn, so stubborn that I want to shoot your head off. But... I'm a polite person, so I'll ask you for the last time... Do you really toast and not eat fine wine?"

"It's useless to talk more." Wendy glared at Jessica.

"...Ah, what an extraordinary stubbornness. But... an opportunity is an opportunity, and giving too many opportunities becomes a mediocre practice." Jessica laughed, "You said... right?"

...

"…You are?"

Amy thought that she could question the person in front of her with anger, but after all, her fear overwhelmed her courage, and she just asked cautiously.

no respond.

"Hey, I said... can you hear me?" Amy swallowed, trying to suppress her trembling voice from fear.

"..."

The man remained silent.

A little noise came into Amy's ears.Someone was talking and laughing outside the room, discussing something.But the voice was so unreal that Amy thought it was her hallucination.

"Is anyone out there...! Help me, help me—"

Amy struggled until she felt the soreness in her arm - it was a waste of effort.The pipes on the ceiling criss-crossed, and the sound of steam echoed faintly.From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the cold light of the scalpel blade and the shadowless lamp shooting around.

"Who..."

The man ignored Amy's pleading, but raised a scalpel and stroked towards Amy——

"Sure enough... you and Dr. Mengele are in the same group!" Amy closed her eyes and turned her head to one side, "You devil!"

"…demon……"

The man seemed to have stopped cutting the knife.Amy slowly opened her eyes, the skin on her throat felt the sharp point of the knife, and she swallowed in fear.

"Anyone would comment like that." A deep voice came through the mask.

"Anyone will...?"

The man lowered his head slightly.Amy could see her face clearly... The shadowless lamp's light was shining through the black hair, her willow-like brows were slightly frowned, and she seemed to be thinking about something.Only that cold face seemed to have never changed.

Just...almost killed.What to do now... think quickly!

"Why are you here...you should know better than me." The cold metal piece connected to the wire was attached to Amy's chest.

"Hey... what are you going to do...?" Amy's fear was aggravated by the disinfectant-smelling air she inhaled out of fear.

By the way... I have heard similar rumors before.Vivisections by Nazi doctors, or... human experiments.Amy's pupils narrowed sharply.

"...Yes, it's your choice. Amy Nestick."