>>6049313“<span class="mu-i">You’re… It can’t be…</span>” Ichie holds her head. “T-This is an illusion… from an evil spirit…! With high-end animatronics…! This doesn’t change anything…” Ichie convinces herself. People using practical effects in this day and age? Unthinkable! Ichie has lost it!
Matilda glares at Ichie, just utterly confused that these sentences can be made in this context.
“How about this…?” Wilma takes a deep breath and…
A horrific scene plays out, a struggle between two burly men, one masked and the other with his face uncovered. It’s Wilma’s husband fighting a masked assailant, until deafening gunshots end the match. One of them drops onto the ground. The soon-to-be bloody corpse is now full of bullets – one of the saviors of the children from the last scene– lays flat on his back, with his last dying breath begging for the two demonic masked figures to not hurt his wife and child.
The slender figure who kept his distance cackles and reaffirms that he’ll comply with his <span class="mu-i">brother’s</span> last request, then he grabs a little child by the head as he steps out of the dimly lit room. Kid is crying for his father. The assailant with the child in hand remarks to his accomplice that <span class="mu-i">this is as fun as it always is</span>, the other chuckles in agreement.
Now he comes closer to obscure the view, picks up our protagonist, and she smacks the shit out of his face to reveal the face underneath the mask of the man who killed her husband: <span class="mu-s">Doctor Stefan Saionji</span>.
“One more of those, lady. And your husband won’t look pretty for the funeral.” Murderer Stefan Saionji starts strangling Wilma with one hand, as he points his gun at the dead man’s unscathed face. Other masked men come over to grab Wilma away.
“He won’t have one. HahHAhahHAha…!” The slender accomplice laughs his heart out from the other room. From that direction, one gunshot comes in and lands on the husband’s he—
The vision abruptly ends. Wilma drops down to her knees. She can’t continue.
Ruby couldn’t watch. Tears have already formed on her face.
Matilda stared at the vision, wishing it ended any other way.
Lord Gargoyle is still unconscious.
A passing thought crosses your mind, you’re glad Oliver didn’t have to see this.
Ichie tried to grab the bubble with one of her hands. She loses her footing, now she’s face to face with Wilma.
“<span class="mu-i">Y-Y-You want to hurt me, don’t you…?</span>” Ichie’s voice breaks. “I can’t be an instrument for your r-revenge.. M-My father doesn’t love me anymore! He disowned me! <span class="mu-i">I’m useless…!</span>” Ichie cowers in fear.
“I don’t care.” Wilma shakes her head.
