I had another strange dream.
I found myself having left my family, accompanied by my friends, Sophie and Yumi.
We journeyed to another country with a woman who had promised us a better life as exchange students.
We did, indeed, become exchange students in a boarding school.
The initial two weeks were, honestly, wonderful.
But then, abruptly,
At the boarding school, alongside other girls she had recruited, they began to make us wear... peculiar clothes... and trained us in how to "communicate" with people... and other assorted things.
We never truly grasped the situation at first; we were so young. All they told us was to be prepared for when we were...'chosen'... by the clients, for our own good. And we felt a certain happiness initially because... what if this was merely an interview that would aid our studies and lead to contests and competitions?
The day arrived when Yumi was 'chosen'. She was dressed and trained. Sophie and I were excited for her, offering our heartfelt best wishes.
But when she returned... she looked... sad and traumatized... and she wouldn't speak to us, and even worse, she recoiled from any touch. She simply sat there, in the corner of our melancholic room, covering her ears while remaining acutely aware of her surroundings.
The same fate befell Sophie when it was her turn to be chosen. Yet, something was different about her when she came back. My sweet girl clung to me and pleaded, "Reign... do not go there... please don't ruin your life... let's leave!" But each time I tried to ask why, she was forcibly taken away by the woman's staff.
