It's been long since I last went outside.
Or was able to do so.
The fresh air, I missed.
The sky, I missed.
Yet it's no lucky matter.
I can't escape.
Not by myself.
All I know, I learned from them.
Whoever 'they' may be.
I know no one will save me.
Yet I keep on hoping.
If I were to give up hope, I wouldn't be able to live on.
I sneak into a highly secured building.
I crawl through the vent.
I only have to look through a small slit and see the object they want me to steal away.
And desire it.
O, I desire it.
This object keeps me alive.
It keeps me hoping.
The object flies toward me.
The alarm goes off.
It's this moment that I've been training for.
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RomanceShiori has a weird power that enables her to get whatever she wants when she looks at it while wanting to have it. Whether the object she wants belongs to someone or not, doesn't matter, the object flees away from its master and somehow 'falls in lo...
