"The connection was cut off."
"It was cut off."
"The doll got destroyed."
"Zayne Trusdale found us. He found us once more."
"Who was that person?"
"She felt familiar."
"She felt like a master."
"But the master is dead! Master was also a guy."
"An imposter!" "An imposter!", "An Imposter!"
"Kill her!" "End her life!" "Capture her!"
"No one can take his place! Master's existence was once and only!"
The chanting of the dolls got louder and louder. As they spoke, the human figure sitting in the middle curled over herself, and she raised her hands over her ears to block these sounds out.
She no longer wanted to hear them speak about it. It felt like she was about to break. But she kept a hand over her ear to block these words out.
"Stop! Please, stop speaking. Your voices hurt. My head hurt so much. I cannot take it anymore."
