*Don't leave, help me!*
While Jareth was trying his best to ignore those mocking voices and insults, a very familiar voice rang out in his ears that almost made him stunned.
It was the voice of none other than Shiina herself!
Jareth glanced to his right and noticed a woman whose whole lower half was buried under rubble, and her head was bleeding heavily.
Her beautiful face bore a look of pleading that seemed out of place in this horrible place.
Jareth was momentarily stunned to see that familiar face appear out of nowhere, but he quickly composed himself.
'Now you are resorting to using her face against me?... It's pointless; you can't imitate her no matter how hard you try…'
In Jareth's opinion, Shiina was someone unique to herself; she was someone no one else can imitate or become; she had immense courage, and she was like a shining torch in endless darkness.
