That's really strange.
Clearly, I'm indoors, yet why do I feel a piercing cold wind?
Is the prison drafty?
I can't shake the feeling of a chill down my back... Why is that?
"Hm."
"Ha!"
Herbert heard some familiar noises behind him and swallowed his saliva nervously.
This... uh.
With both arms wrapped tightly around the still chaotic Fallen Angel, he resisted the urge to turn around, silently reassuring himself:
"...Maybe it's just the wind."
Yeah, maybe.
Even though there's a clear sense of malice behind me, as long as I don't look back, nothing will happen.
Right, if I don't see it, it doesn't exist!
Unfortunately, Herbert wanted to escape from reality, but a certain Harmonious God had no intention of letting that happen so easily.
["What wind? Are you just lying to yourself?"]
With ill intentions, Nenasha poked her head out, very considerately inquiring:
["Oh dear! If it's inconvenient for you to turn around, do you need me to reveal the real situation to you?"]
