The Eve and The Sacrificial Bride [ Diabolik Lovers ]

Miyuki, The Try-Hard Explorer

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[ song of the chapter ; soundless voice // valshe ]

A k a z a w a , M i y u k i .

< 07 : 56 ; mukami household. >

After moving furniture I would need, I rested for a short while before escaping my chambers.

"Woah, this play is huge." In all honesty, it reminded me of some kind of hotel. Only it contained 5 people.

There were all kinds of rooms. Bedrooms, living rooms, game rooms, etc. Along all my wandering, I wondered if I was considered rich since I was officially living with wealthy peo– demons.

'Wait. . Did I go this way before?'

Looking from the left and the right, I sigh.

"Fuck," I mutter, chewing on my lower lip– A bad habit of mine.
More importantly. . .

I got lost.

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"I hate myself."

It's official. I'm lost. Groaning, I face–palm, shaking my head. I could literally hear my siblings laugh at my misery, if they could see me now.

Jeez, I could even hear them laugh.

All I could do now is walk into rooms, hoping to the gods that I don't walk into a heated session.

Yuck.

So far, I've been into 3 interesting rooms. One was the kitchen, second was a room filled with lights– probably where Kou has his photoshoots, and a recording studio.

Sigh. Rich people.

Peeking into a half–opened door, I find the fourth interesting room– A game room. Kou, Yuma, Ruki and Azusa was there, playing cards. Yuma seemed to be winning, Ruki was okay, Azusa put down a card, not saying a single word since he was that good and quiet boy type, and lastly, Kou was losing but was still smiling, though I think he popped a vein.

Quickly sneaking away from the room with them moves, I continued walking around, and opened another room.

The size of the room was similar to mine, though it wasn't my room. It did have a piano next to the large window which overlooked the well–treated garden outside.

'Neat. I haven't played in a long time.' I thought to myself before walking over to the piano, sitting myself down on the comfortable seat. Pushing a finger down a key just in case it worked, it made a sound. A familiar song crossed my mind, which I would always play to my dad whenever he missed my mom. Says it was her favorite song. Slowly and carefully, I start to play.