>>1200132You gasped awake, nausea and pain assaulting you as it felt like your skin was on fire and your mind was racing. Your eyes could see nothing but darkness around, the room barren of any light whatsoever. Every time you breathed it felt like a raging fire was burning in your lungs. You tried to scream out, to anyone, but could produce no more than a few coughs and hacks.
At that moment, the lights somehow turned on, at first burning your eyeballs until they were able to adjust to the light. But your newfound vision quickly revealed a grisly scene of blood splattered around what seems to be a field.
Looking around, you saw that you were tied by the wrists to a wall in the back of the room and at the opposite far end there was a sole staircase leading to somewhere above. All along the floor was green grass and flowers sullied by crimson stains. Fighting through the pain you look above to see a crudely drawn rainbow surrounding yourself along the wall.
At that moment, a lone sound reverberated throughout the room. The creaking of a door perhaps. You tried again to call out for help, but no voice came from your mouth. Footstep after footstep was heard going down the steps, seemingly done in a menacingly steady pace as it got louder and louder.
First you saw those black boots come into view, followed by her pink and white coat which was followed by a bloodied harp and, at last, those two horns that you instantly recognized.
It was Watame.
She got off the steps and stood in place, observing you from a distance with a sickly sweet smile across her lips and what seemed like an empty pair of purple eyes that gazed into your very being. Now content, she nodded and slowly strolled through the bloodied field in a nonchalant manner.
