"The privilege of children, you know what that is, boy?"
The rabbit's voice echoed in my ears.
At that moment, two emotions sprouted within me.
One was an eerie sense of fear mixed with the question of when this thing had started targeting us.
The other was a strange sense of relief. Relief that it had chosen to target us.
"Itsuki!"
I felt Nina-chan's hand reach out and grab my left hand, her soft touch cutting through the tension.
But before I could fully acknowledge that sensation, I had already started weaving Silveit threads. As I continued weaving, I fixed my eyes on the rabbit outside the window.
"Don't be scared, children," it said, shrugging its shoulders while clinging to the slowly rising Ferris wheel car.
"I'm here to help you."
"…Help us?"
"That's right. Children are meant to dream. And those dreams are so fragile and beautiful."
