Cradle Singing Lullaby

Saturday

into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. 

Lefty was standing there before he knew it.

In the direction of the sound. Crawling through the ducts, advancing, returning, and advancing again....

Suddenly, a familiar voice began to emanate from the vent room speakers.

It was her. That voice Lefty heard the day before yesterday.

He was not interested in what she was saying. However, he could no longer hear the sound he had been following until a moment ago. He stood there stunned, with no motive to move.

Then the next moment came.

【Connection terminated.】

Her voice was intercepted by someone. But it was not the voice that surprised him.

Lefty involuntarily opened her eyes and looked up at the speaker.

The voice was a man's voice, and he continued to speak in an indifferent manner. Lefty noticed that the buzzing in her chest was different from usual.

... He feels more at ease than ever before.

"... Dad?"

The girl's voice overflows from Lefty.

The heat begins to build.

 【My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent.】

Gradually, Lefty felt the souls that had taken up residence in him begin to diverge.

In a flash, flames surrounded Lefty.　

【I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.】

Hearing those words, Lefty understood everything.

— finally, My mission is finally over.

Everything burns with the fire that consumes evil and releases the soul from its curse. Everything disappears.

Screams are heard from all sides.

The screams of terrified children surrounded by flames.

 The screams of demons being judged to hell.

.... Lefty was quiet.

In the midst of the blazing fire, the cradle was humming a certain melody in a small voice.

Waltz No. 15, Op. 39-15.

Already every function is no longer working properly.

He already can't see anything. He can't hear nothing. He can't feel nothing.

But the functions given to this cradle are still alive under these circumstances.

Lefty continues to sing.

From the raging flames, the souls are gently sent back to the heavens.

Like balloons, they soar into the sky.

Lefty wished for a happiest day for his now departed children.

... What will happen to me?

I wonder how Freddy and other friends are doing now?

It wouldn't have been bad to be on stage with them for one more day.

Perhaps, Am I surprisingly a good singer?

Lefty was laughing a little, and closed him eyes and collapsed.

Good night, everyone.