Ack! It was supposed to last longer! Some magical box. Hmpf. I should have known there has to be a small print clause.

...Hello again, City.

[There's a 17-years old girl dressed in a puffy princess gown on the steps of the Opera Abandoned.]

This must be a curse. Fakir wouldn't be so cocky after he was murdered, he isn't being himself. He wouldn't call me "sister" so formally. But this isn't. "Clipped" his wings. Moron! What about tomorrow? What will happen to all of us?

Lord Destruction? Anyone who haven't lost their minds today. Your... sibling, Desire, told me you could protect us ( Read more... )