Nagisa took a deep breath, with the spirit form of Elizabeth placing a hand on her shoulder, before the eyes of Nagisa glowed again, causing Nikolai and the girls to feel as if they were slipping back into that strange dreamlike state.
"Now... where was I..." Nagisa's voice was slow and calm, speaking with a gentle tone like a metronome.
The beautiful Eastern-style room began to fade, changed with a foreign scene. It felt nostalgic for Nikolai, but he couldn't quite remember why.
"...Ah yes..."
[This was the place we lived before the accident...]
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Before the group knew it, the scene changed fully, the misty walls focused, now filled with retro furnishings. An ornate grandfather clock rang out on a low, clear toll.
"Vladimir! What kind of deal did you make with those bastards?!" A voice echoed with a ferocious tone—a silver-haired male shook visibly, his hands clenched in a seething rage.
