From the depths of a dreamless sleep, Mikino wakes up from the insistent cuddling she's getting from Sora. Thanks to being blind, having dreams is a dream of hers —she last had one ages ago, as if, such privileges belong to those who can see. Sucking up the bitter feeling, Mikino groggy and phantasmagorically opens her eyes, staring into a faint kaleidoscopic chandelier on the ceiling.
'Dream like features exist in real life.'
—Wait.
—I'm forgetting something!
'I can see!'
—That shouldn't be! I don't want to see!
Why would she want to, when this pair of eyes saw her parents being roasted alive? She watched her tender body being stripped and lashed; healed the second later! Why would she want to see those disgusting faces again?
'I need to take them of.'
As her pale hand advance to her eye, a voice called out from besides the drapes separating the bed and the rest of the house.
