(CHESS) “A chess game.” Not even surprise, but more on the fact that Carlos is having a great time and so much just being the temporary taunting guardian of Winona. He draws a sinister smile and giggle silently, as Winona is almost there on the end of the line of solving the entire puzzle game that she is currently into. “In between the white and black. I can say that, Ramiel is neither in both sides as the rest of us is in the white square. Am I right, Carlos?” Her deduction that amuses Carlos and more. Earning her a loud menacing laughter that Carlos doesn’t need to answer her by word, for she already receives it by those laughs of his. “Now, shall we proceed to the next stage?” Winona demanded that Carlos gladly agrees. “Alliah’s past, along with Ramiel and his identity now as Kyle are all done. Now, let’s head into the next one, the boundary should I say, but perhaps not.” Carlos teasing, playing with his words and wanting to get under her
(AN OMEN FROM A GIRL) TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK! TICK TOK! Three rhythmic patterns from a clock. Three known sound and three calls. “I want to play. Let us play for a bit.” A voice that she couldn’t recognize, yet she is familiar of WHO. “Winona.” Her name is then being called. A sudden call right after those three ticking rhythmic sounds of the clock. All in one second where everything turns black and a hunting voice said. “An omen from a girl.” Deep and gasping, Winona held her breath for a few seconds realizing WHO is the one who just asks her about a game. “Wait!” She begs and desperately screams. “I wanted to know!” But then, she is ignored. And with the same pattern of sound from the known clock. Winona found herself into the past. In the same ground but she is not existing, and where Emie is present along with him. “EMIE, DO YOU WANT TO WITNESS SOMETHING THAT WILL TURN YOUR WORLD UPSIDE DOWN?” A tone that is hunting with dread. A question that will never fall into the
(TOO MUCH OF THE FEAR) “NOW, unto the next scene.” AN OMEN FROM THE GIRL. “Uhmp!” Winona gasp and deep, now with her sweat that’s dripping from her forehead. After witnessing that sudden detour and dread that she never expected to see and experience, even though she is just a being in that past that doesn’t really exist. “Is there a problem, Winona?” Carlos asks her and somehow slap her into the reality and realization that what she just saw for that short minutes are glimpse of the darkness from the past. The dread and blood that the Supreme being that she is looking for is the one who initiated for it. “Nothing.” Winona replied that Carlos accepts without any question, but in reality, he is just pretending. “Very well.” He somehow assures Winona. But the truth is that he knew what happened, seen it all and had been given the order to let Winona be drag into that state. Yet. “Shall we continue?” Winona offers, hiding t
(THE SUPREME ONE) STILL shaken by the gore that she had just seen. Winona’s knees are trembling, all along with her entire body, she is currently fighting over not making Carlos notice a thing. Yet. “Scared? Shaken? Or perhaps you are not still qualified to meet the beings?” Carlos laughs, mocking Winona with the fact that she immediately realizes that Carlos already knew what she is currently struggling with. “You can act tough, and you can hide what you feel inside. But remember Winona, I am not like anyone else. I’m a proud commandment that can read everything and know the meaning, even a flinch of your eyebrow.” He stated high and mighty. Along with his laughter that is slowly turning in a hellish kind of way and tone. “Tsk!” Winona clicks her tongue silently. Disappointed in herself and realizing that she couldn’t beat Carlos in any mind games for being the person that she is right now. “Shaken? I might be, but not too long.
(SHALLOW RETURN) SHE finally remembers everything. The complete one hundred percent of what HE had written to be her goal and Carlos's task. “Well, well, well.” HE smiles. Whispering the word three times with a bit of dread and drawing a sly smile on HIS face. “You do know what to, am I right, Winona?” HE instructed, without asking for an assurance that HE above all else knew what HIS current doll will reply to him. “The pleasure to fulfill your wishes is mine, My God.” Winona gladly accepts. Drawing a sinister smile on her face acting the opposite of her character from the current loop of seven, but the same as who she is from the doll who turned human from the sixth loop. “Exhilarating.” HE couldn’t contain HIS excitement. Along with Carlos whose face is currently plastered with a wild twisted smile. “Call them all.” HE directed. Still in HIS favorite mask as
(DIRECTIONS) “I’M SORRY, ALLIAH.” Winona whispers, while looking at Alliah’s back that’s fading by the seconds. Words that doesn’t mean sympathy nor sadness. But an act of apology towards the person that life will not be too long to exist. “Winona is a bit acting weird. Why is that?” Alliah thought, but immediately shove it off and continue her way just like how she used to with her carefree nature and cheerful attitude. But then. “You should be waking up right now, Alliah.” The sudden dreaded voice that echoes to her ears. Voice that’s familiarity is uncanny, yet she couldn’t remember who. “Alliah.” “Who is there?” Immediately raising her guard up and holds the Hoshi that is in her possession. Thinking that what is happening is the same old way of her light to attract spirits and worse, demons. Alliah looks around, only to be left hanging by the thought that ech
(THE ROSE FROM THE SOUTH) LOOKING at the old rustic tower that was the holy library from the past and back to the sixth loop. Winona draws a sly smile on her face, seeing the real pristine tower that was over grown by roses and weeds that was all a spell to preserve and protect. “Such lovely roses. Beautiful, but deadly.” She compliments, giggling in two. Touching the flower while evading its thorns with the poison within. That though she will never fall victim in such, she still finds it necessary as caution. “Well then.” Alone in that so-called curse forest. She stands in front of the door way, bite her thumb and draws the pentagram of key using her blood. With the neon green illuminating from the symbols and mark of the pentagram, she whispers. “Clama ad turrim invoco.” The spell of the key that the tower recognizes. The roses that surrounds the door then pave way, as is opens welcoming her ins
(THE OTHER DOLL) AN eerie song echoes. Playing and circling in the closed room that is only intended for one. "Upon curse night, I found a soul that is lost. Down by the edge of time, where everything fell in rhyme.” Her voice sings that beautiful tone. Her wonderful voice can be compared to a nightingale. She smiles, as she continues singing. “There the present is torn. Creating multiple futures that only give nothing, but dread and sorrow. The princess was trapped and stripped of her memories. The prince that is seeking endlessly for her.” A love song. A tale from the past, yet a curse and lonely melody to begin with. She smiles as she made her way and look at the cards where she is the current keeper. “The worlds that were created from their souls. The lives that are twisted by dread and curses. Played by time and being sought by the sins. Gold and dust had no value in this tragic tale that is ever told.” She sings a tale that mirrors the wo