"Are... you... looking... for... me...?"
The little girl held "Amon's Music Box" in her hands, appearing in a dim corner, where on the wall beside her hung a painting steeped in a dark style. The painting depicted an endless wilderness under a black sky, where a black sun hung high, and at the far fringes seemed to be a castle, with crooked and askew tombstones puncturing the boundless wilderness...
Mist wandered ceaselessly on the ground, coiling around his ankles like serpents—as though it was merely perception, yet he felt as if he was about to be trapped here, with an indistinct rancid odor seething all around, as if hiding some long-dead secret...
"Repeater boy! Get away from there!"
