~An Emotional Heroine~

Chapter Eight - Revealing the Secret

— I cook pasta, fry minced meat.. - After thinking it over quickly, I decided to cook pasta in the Navy style. In the room in which I was accommodated, there is a table, a mini-refrigerator under it, and a microwave on one of the shelves, so I can store food, and even heat it. Not a room, but a dream.

Now I'm standing there humming to myself, just like my mom used to do. No, you shouldn't think about her now, I'll cry again.

After a while, I was already sitting and eating the dish with both cheeks. When I finished, I put everything from the pan into one container, which I found in a large drawer with a bunch of the same ones. And so, I wander through the corridors, which slowly but surely sink into the darkness of the night.

When I found my room, it was getting light again. I threw the food in the fridge, and even managed to check if it was working. Works. After that, I fell on the bed and fell asleep instantly.

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* Knock-knock*

Mom, just a little more..

* Knock-knock-knock*

So. History repeats itself. If I spend one more hour in that fucking place..

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I'm scrubbing the floor again.

Well, at least I had breakfast this time.

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Four days have passed

Return.

Me.

Home.

The pasta in the navy is running out. The full moon is ending. My strength is running out. Everything ends, so why doesn't the dirt end in that place!?

I assumed it wasn't a curse, and I watched the hallway. The footprints did not appear while I was looking at the floor, but as soon as I turned away, they appeared.

I was just being bullied!

My main theory is that this is someone's feature. Or Umbra harnessed the magicians, who knows?

But tomorrow, when the full moon passes, I will show these daredevils underdeveloped what happens if you mock those who have not even done anything to you.

I fell on the bed. "During all these days, I changed my clothes and washed twice, and even then one of them was only a light washing of the head by the maids on the first day.." - This is my last thought before completely falling asleep.

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* Knock-knock*

No. If you do it again..

* Knock-knock-*

I stretched out my hand towards the door as soon as I heard the repeated sounds. They did not end with three, as before. They stopped at two, which was the greatest joy for me, and I was just starting to fall asleep again when suddenly someone screamed. And I felt a pungent smell along with a pleasant sound as if someone had set something on fire.