[The night at Amber Hall is very quiet]
[You are surprised to find that the Demon King has not revoked your permissions to enter and exit Amber Hall at night, which makes you feel both touched and a little angry]
[The thought that the Demon King is a big villain imprints on your mind, but you find that you seem to quite like villains]
[As you're about to return to the dormitory, you notice a light leaking through the crack of a door along the way]
[That's Abigail's room]
[Soft, fragmented sounds come from the room. This familiar scene leaves you speechless, and you choose:]
[Let me give a good critique]
The scene unfolds.
Through the crack of the door.
Rephya saw a familiar figure pressed on the small girl in Abigail's cozy room.
Abigail is not very tall.
With knee-length long hair and a slender figure, she looks like a delicate doll.
And now that small doll is being held up, her eyes dazed and hollow, quietly watching the world's sway.
