Warden Selena turned her attention momentarily to the young girl collapsing on the floor of the entrance hall of Herram Prison's fourth basement level.
Such a situation was unheard of to Selena, a dreamscape that required so much Magic Power to construct, one to depict a dream that was destined to never come true in reality.
Correspondingly, such a grand dream indicated the severity of her mental trauma.
"Whenever I see someone less fortunate than me, it's an indescribably wonderful pleasure... It seems you are my main dish today."
In Selena's eyes flickered an unnerving light, a mix of pleasure and obsession. A sinister yet sweet smile hung from the corners of her mouth.
She walked towards the Great Love Poet, her steps full of ceremony, her every move akin to the preparation of a meal.
As Selena crouched beside the young girl, closing her eyes, she gradually immersed herself in a whole new world, the surrounding space rippling with instability.
