"..." I'm lying in a viscous black liquid that I recognize as my consciousness, but it's strangely empty, without the Pandora monster or the Tiny Pandora.
It's just me, trapped on the ground by this darkness, wondering where the other two are, without them here it's kind of...empty.
I hear a wet sound, like footsteps in this liquid, so I turn my head to see who it is, but I'm surprised to find that it's not either of the two I'm used to.
I see a version of myself, she seems to be practically the same size as me, but has more mature features and slightly larger breasts, and has a chilling aura that makes my body react.
"Where are the other two?" I ask this other version of myself, more to share the space.
"They're trapped"
"...?" She just says that, squatting down next to me while giving an enormous diabolical smile.
"Who are you?" I ask, trying to move, but being grasped more tightly by the darkness, I seem more trapped in place than the other times.
