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CHAPTER 2: MASTER DOTTORE!

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CHAPTER 2: MASTER DOTTORE!

ANGEL DIDN'T TEAR HER EYES AWAY FROM THE WINDOW, EVEN WHEN DOTTORE is simply trying to get to know the girl

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ANGEL DIDN'T TEAR HER EYES AWAY FROM THE WINDOW, EVEN WHEN DOTTORE is simply trying to get to know the girl. he didn't have any clothes for herㅡ her old ones disposed of already, so she wore his white dress shirt. he expected to be questioned out of fear the very next day, but no, the vixen was entranced with the ocean, as if she has never seen the deep seas before.

"how far does it go?" she presses her hands onto the glass, the window not budging open because the fatui locked it beforehand. dottore sighs to wave flags of failure, opting to try another method of getting her to talk. "the ocean's endless, angel."

"e endless? that's scary!" when the girl swiveled her head to face him, excitement painted across her expression of awe, ever so slightly bouncing in her spot. he could never get over her beautiful pearls for eyes, washing away all the intent of watching her blood spill right then and there. does she know what she's doing?

"is the world also endless?"

it was his turn to question, "why are you so curious?"

angel blinked her eyes a couple of times, hands that were once pressed onto the glass now slid down slowly, her reality implanting false scenes from before. the person sat in front of her was no longer the blue-haired man but a woman she feared, more... disfigured. it was barely audible at first but her voice echoed, playing like a broken recordㅡ




"why are you so curious?"

a little girl lifts up a book, showing her a drawn-in picture of the sea side. "i want to feel sand up in my feet like freya!" her bright smile contrasted with the woman's scowl. oh, she loved that book. to the point she would mimic the protagonist to no end, repeating words she'd say throughout the story. the woman tore the book off of her dainty hands, ignoring the way angel's eyes widened as she panicked, reaching forward for the book.

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