That hurt, you idiot!"
The voice wasn't a monster now.
It was a girl.
And when the smoke peeled back—
I froze.
"...Anna?"
My voice cracked.
"What—what the heck are you doing here? I thought—you were dead."
Anna, Arcsaw's daughter, stood there, rubbing her arm. She was seated on the ground where I had landed, concealed by the fog which had prevented me from noticing her. Day had turned to a perpetual, eerie night here; it still resembled the forest we entered, but the atmosphere was profoundly wrong.
"Anna, how… I mean…" I struggled to find the words.
"Use your words properly. It's really not that hard," she corrected.
I coughed, gaining my composure. "How did you get here? Where exactly are we?"
She replied, shrugging, "I was just as confused as you when I got here and met Hana."
Hana? I felt like I had heard that name before.
"Hana… Mrs. Rina's daughter?" she said.
"Mrs. Rina?" I muttered, trying to remember. "Hmmm… I'm not really recalling—"
