I woke up, but I didn't want to get up. The desire to fall asleep and never wake up again was irresistible. And after I remembered the events of all the past days, a long moan, full of pain and unhappiness, broke from my lips, breaking into a scream.
Lying down and looking into the stream, I was thinking. About everything. About Mom. About friends. About the team. How will they survive the disappearance of their daughter, sweet girl Alina, a friend, the most ordinary girl, Lina, and an irreplaceable member of the Ladra Inganata group
Feeling that just a little more and I would snap, I immediately found an idea to distract myself with: "As soon as I get back, I'm going to suggest that they come up with a name for us, otherwise it's not good to be so popular without a name."
A few seconds later, I was forced to get up by a natural and very real scream from behind the door of the luxurious chambers, in which they laid my unconscious carcass. I came out outwardly calm, although at that time there was the most serious discussion in my life inside. The heroic side won, and I hurried to the side from which some noise was coming. Turning several times, I got very close to the source of all the sounds that are exciting me at the moment.
As quietly, carefully, and on tiptoe as possible, I crept to the last corner. Carefully, so that I would not be spotted, I looked out with one eye. And I was shocked by how empty the guy's gaze was, looking straight into my eyes.
"How did he hear me? When? Was I really that careless? And is he all right? Because his eyes say otherwise."
He tilted his head, trying to saw through me with his eyes, while I couldn't even lift a finger. Is this such a new way of torture? If so, it's very impressive, but there's nothing to pry from me! I don't know anything!
This empty-eyed guy's lips stretched into a grin. Then I noticed that his "Emotional component" is as thick as that of an uncontrollably strong gifted person. Oh. Is it really one of ours? What is his gift? "Freezing"? In principle, as an option.
Getting carried away with "calming myself down", I did not immediately notice that the strange type had disappeared. In the truest sense of the word.
It does not exist, as well as the "freezing" effect.
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How many times these days have I not understood a damn thing? Oh, right, during this time I never understood anything!
Right now I'm sitting at a table in an incredibly beautiful greenhouse, it seems, with hundreds of different colors, and they all somehow miraculously harmonize with each other. Basically, it is on them that he tries to focus his attention. It turns out, to put it mildly, badly.
After the disappearance of that creepy dude - he was seriously incredibly creepy - I noticed a silver tray on the floor, on which there was a glass, detailed set with an equally beautiful teapot, as well as a note written on a piece of very high-quality paper, with the content: "Don't drop it anymore, you may be punished."
Later, a single picture began to take shape: Probably the maid dropped the tray. She screamed and ran away, scared.. That murky guy? Definitely, I would have screamed myself if I hadn't expected to see someone. Then the scary guy put everything back on the tray. Although it is very strange that the glass did not break, as well as the fact that Creepy - that's what I'll call him now - collected everything with terrible noise.
I had just come up with an idea, when suddenly I heard footsteps. Scared, I ran in the direction of "my" chambers, but realized that I would not make it in time. So the next moment I was squatting behind the first door I saw.
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~An Emotional Heroine~
De TodoA girl who already lived an unusual life was dragged into another story. Suddenly, the fate of all the states she knew rested on her shoulders. She was sent in search of who knows what, who knows where. So how do you think she can save the world wit...
