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Grey wakes up with a start, panting heavily. He wipes the cold sweat from his brow as he calms himself down.

"What the hell was that?" he asks himself.

That dream felt real. He remembers every step he took as he stepped out of his room. He remembers every detail of the walk. He even knows the location of Sakuya's room, despite never being told. And somehow, he knows that if he follows the same path, he'll find it exactly as it was in the dream.

He recalls barging into Sakuya's room. He remembers the conversation in detail, even the tone and volume of his voice. He remembers mocking and overpowering her, despite her powers.

He even remembers the sensation when he violated her. The smell of her hair. The smooth, soft touch of her skin. The suction and the rythm, he could remember everything as if it was done moments ago. He looks down to see himself get excited at this. He slaps himself, hard.

Then he remembers what he did to her afterward.

Before he realizes it, a few tears flow down his eyes as recalls each moment. He hangs his head down in shame and guilt, letting the tears flow freely to the floor. Worst of it was the horror. The horror that he realized his own feelings when he did that to Sakuya.

He enjoyed it. He savored it all: mocking, subduing, violating, and finally...

"Monster," he whispers.

It takes several minutes before Grey finally recovers from the shock. He manages to get himself out of bed to look out of the window. A dreary fog covers the lake and forest. Not exactly a pleasant omen.

Seems like it is mid morning.

He considers what to do next.
[ ] Head to the kitchen and make yourself some breakfast.
[ ] Open Remilia's letter.
[ ] Visit Sakuya's room.
[ ] Visit the Voile Library.
[ ] Visit the changing room.
[ ] Explore the rest of the Mansion.
[ ] Head outside of the Mansion.
[ ] Custom.

What should he take with him?
[ ] Custom

He zips his pants and adjusts it to be presentable. Then, he heads into Sakuya's bathroom to wash his face. He feels quite satisfied, almost merry, even. Breaking her will was far more enjoyable than he imagined.

However, he didn't come her just to break her will.

He returns to the bedroom and looks down at Sakuya. She lies helplessly on the floor in shock. It seems that even without using his skills, she is of no threat to anyone now. She looks pathetic, a shadow of her usual pride and elegance. She is broken, even if she was left alive, she would be of no use to anyone.

He sighs as he steps toward her.

He still has one more thing to do.

[ ] Manipulate her into committing suicide.
[ ] Kill her yourself.

He sits himself on the bed, holding the end of the rope. He jerks it in a single, sudden motion, forcing Sakuya to kneel in front of him. She looks up at him, with a look that mixed defiance and terror.

But she can't speak.

He puts a finger into Sakuya's mouth. She begins licking it delicately, despite her angry expression. Then, the opens her mouth and gobbles it.

She sucks at the finger hungrily. She sucks at it noisily, letting her spittle drip to the floor.

"A-a-ah!," she moans as he pulls the finger away. He grins as he motions his hand lazily.

Sakuya crawls forward on her knees and tries to reach for his pants. However, this proves impossible, as her wrists are tied behind her back. She somehow manages to unclasp his pants using her tongue.

She then bites at the zipper, pulling it carefully down. Her motions quickly excite him. She then licks desperately at his manhood, manipulating her tongue over his underwear.

He lets her continue this motion for a whole minute, enjoying the sensation.

"Alright, I suppose I'll have to help out, since you're all tied up," he says.

She says nothing in reply, but her eyes are beginning to tear up.

He frees his penis, slowly and deliberately, enjoying the horrified expression in Sakuya's eyes. He dangles it in front of her face for a moment before making another gesture with his hand.

Sakuya sticks her tongue out and carefully probes his member. First, the licks the top of the shaft, gradually moving down its length. Then, she laps the area around his shaft completely. Finally, she tickes his scrotum meticulously, as if enjoying a sweet treat.

"Not bad. Perhaps I've underestimated you? I wonder how it would feel if you did this willingly...", he comments.

Sakuya opens her mouth and starts experimenting with the top of his shaft. She carefully tests its length, taking as much of it inside. Then, she pulls her mouth slowly back up, relaxing her throat. She moves her mouth forward into it again, this time going deeper, before pulling herself backward. She continues this motion, building up both rythm and suction as she bobs her head up and down.

Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. The sensation is incredible.

Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Her head bobs erratically in uneven intervals.

Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. She seems to be experimenting with different paces, finding the most effective speed.

Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. She found the optimum rythm. She keeps it up like clockwork. He didn't expect her body to adapt this quickly.

Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. She looks up at him, tears flowing freely from her eyes. The defiance she showed earlier has vanished. He almost feels pity.

Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. The sensation is simply incredible, at this rate, he is going to...

"MMMPH!"

He empties himself into her throat. Sakuya swallows every drop as if it was made of the finest wine.

He lies with his back on the bed, panting. He motions his hand reflexively to maintain control. Her technique almost broke his concentration. In fact, he is almost sure that he lost control during the orgasm. He raises his head and takes a peek at Sakuya.

She lies in a heap on the floor, shivering uncontrollably. She sheds silent tears in torrents, since she still has no control of her mouth. Exposed, vulnerable, then finally violated, it looks like her mind can't take much more of this.

He sighs.

Looks like the fun is over.

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"You'll pay for this you piece of shit scum!," Sakuya says.

Still holding the rope, he raises his other hand in a smooth motion. Sakuya stands up and begins to undress herself.

"E-e-eh?"

Sakuya slowly unties her apron. Then, she carefully removes her dress, letting it drop to the floor. She stands in front him, with her white silk undershirt and panties exposed.

"Wh-wh-what the hell are you doing?"

He smiles, completely enjoying the sight. She is still wearing her white frilly headband and her knee-socks. For some reason, he feels that this would have a better effect.

"You look really cute like this," he says.

"Sick pervert!"

His smile widens. He savors her humiliation. But this is not enough. He makes another gesture with his free hand.

Sakuya meticulously unties her ribbon. Then, she carefully unbuttons her shirt, exposing a pleasant and surprising sight.

"Ahaha, does Remilia know about this?"

Sakuya says nothing, turning bright-red. Quite a refreshing look for her, embarrassment.

He then lowers his free hand, causing Sakuya to crumple on the ground. He begins to tie her ankles together.

"Don't touch me, you son of a bitch!"

He ignores her and continues his work. He ties her wrists behind her, then as a final touch, he loops the rope around her neck. The knot around her neck is a cross between a leash and a hangman's noose. He pulls at the rope, causing her to cringe.

"Enjoying your sick fetish? I can see your face practically quivering in delight."

He drops her on the ground, allowing her to fall face first. She grunts in pain as he grips the rope and lifts her. He looks straight at her eyes, enjoying her anger and fear.

"Forgive me if I borrow the use of your mouth for a moment. Don't worry, I will leave your mind completely free to think and feel. It isn't any fun if you lose control completely..."

Sakuya motions her hand deeper into her uniform, as if looking for something.

"You have quite some guts to come at me like this," she says. "You know what I am capable of. But no matter, I think I can disable you before we get any more distracted. Lady Remilia will most certainly be displeased at this."

He gives her a slight nod.

"Go ahead."

In an instant, her hands are holding long knives. She makes a quick motion, then throws them.

"W-w-what the hell?"

All of the knives miss. She never missed before. Especially not at a stationary target.

"That was quite rude, you know," he says.

Wasting no time, Sakuya has another set of knives ready in her hands. He is no longer smiling.

"I was hoping that this could be pleasant for both of us, but now I've changed my mind."

He raises his hand. Sakuya freezes in place. He snaps his fingers. Sakuya drops her knives. He takes a step forward. Sakuya drops her to her knees.

"You bastard! What the hell are you planning? How are you doing this?"

He looks at her thoughtfully.

"You have other things to worry about."

He makes a few strange gestures. Sakuya rises and sits herself on the bed.

"But I will tell you this: soon, I'll be able to inspire the very stones in the ground to rise up and serve me."

He takes something out of his pocket.
[ ] Rope
[ ] Candles
[ ] Handcuffs
[ ] Bicycle Chain

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He opens the door.

Sakuya is leaning against the wall, holding a cup of tea.

"Barging into someone's room uninvited? That's not like you."

He gives a polite smile as he closes the door behind him.

"I thought you respected my work?" he asks.

Sakuya gives him a sardonic grin.

"I do. That is precisely why I think you should go."

She takes a sip from her tea before putting it down on the desk.

"This is unlike you," she says.

Without warning, he locks the door behind him, then gives Sakuya a polite bow.

"This night is unlike others," he says.

"How so?," she asks, face expressionless. Her left hand is fidgeting under her uniform.

"Because tonight, I am not here to provide service."

His smile widens.

"Tonight, I am here to receive it."

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"A new moon," he says.

It is time.

He takes one last look out of the window before leaving his room.

Hallways. This Mansion is full of these damned hallways. Hallways that sometimes loop unexpectedly, or hallways that lead to dead ends. To a newcomer, the place is a labyrinth.

But he is no newcomer.

He walks carefully and quietly. Most of the Mansion's inhabitants are in their own rooms at this time. To be sure, he heads toward the less used wing of the Mansion. As expected, he meets no one as he walks.

He is all too familiar with these hallways. He has walked all over the Mansion, working and watching. Watching and searching, he remembers how he despaired. Searching and finding, he remembers what he discovered. Finding and waiting, he remembers how he patiently anticipated this day.

The day when he would finally...

He stands before a room.

This room belongs to?
[ ] Remilia
[ ] Sakuya
[ ] Patchouli
[ ] Flandre
[ ] Koakuma

Grey stands alone in his room. He sighs in relief. Somehow, it looks like he is going to survive the end of this day.

He takes from his pocket a sealed letter.

"Open this tomorrow morning, it lists your tasks for the day. Don't forget." Remilia instructed.

As he changes into the sleeping wear left for him (probably by the maids), he thinks about what to do next.

The day was tiring and stressful. Exploring the Mansion tonight seems like a bad idea. He could open the letter and read it now; it shouldn't make much of a difference, right? He can also leave that till tomorrow morning.

[ ] Open the letter now.
[ ] Go to sleep.

Grey is standing with Sakuya in the kitchen. After dinner, she motioned for him to follow. It seems like she wants to talk with him alone.

"Would you like to ask some questions? I'll answer as best as I can," Grey says.

Sakuya shakes her head.

"I'm in no mood for that. So many things happened today: the youkai attack, our chat in the kitchen, then your performance. I need some time for this to sink in."

Grey stifles a laugh. Sakuya looks up, slightly irritated.

"Sorry, I just never thought I'd hear that from you. About needing time, I mean."

Sakuya sighs and shrugs.

"More importantly, I would like to apologize for my earlier behaviour. I wasn't myself, that was shameful."

She looks down and shuffles her feet.

"Hurting a guest, and another human at that. After everything that Lady Remilia has done for me, I dared let that side of me out again."

Grey rubs his neck reflexively as they stand quietly for a moment.

"I'm still alive, so don't worry about it. I'm sure you only meant to protect everyone in the Mansion," he says. Better deal with this smoothly; no telling what would set her off again.

Sakuya looks up with a determined expression on her face.

"Thank you very much. If you need anything, just ask."

Grey nods.

"I like interesting things. Your stories are interesting. They make me laugh. Falling stars are interesting. I just go "kyu" and they go boom! Danmaku is interesting. I like the bright colors and sounds. Let's see what else..."

Flandre pauses.

"Sweet things are interesting. I like strawberries, manju, and visitors. They make me feel warm inside. Except for ice cream; it's cold, but I like that too. I don't like too many cold things, though. They give me a headache. Sometimes I can't remember, but cold things aren't good for me."

"Except for ice cream?" Grey asks.

Flandre smiles happily. "Yeah, I like ice cream!" she immediately replies.

"I like ice cream too." Grey says, smiling.

"Two? I guess I can have two ice creams, but big sister says it isn't good to eat too much. I hear you can die if you eat too much, but what does gambling or painting have to do with it? I tried painting before, but the brush broke and I was sad. I don't like being sad..."

Grey quickly interjects, "But you are happy now at dinner, right?"

Flandre quickly cheers up.

"Yep, I like being with big sister. I just don't like going out too much. Gets kinda confusing outside, and that's annoying. Big sister is definitely not annoying though. I like her very much!"

Remilia smiles gently as she hears this.

"Let's see, I also like playing with Sakuya and China. Patchy is fun too when she isn't giving me lectures. Lectures make me fall asleep, no matter how hard I try. I keep telling her that, but she just gives me books instead. Those make me sleepy too. But one time, Marisa came to visit and that was fun. We flew all around the house. She disappeared after a while, though. She didn't die, so that makes me happy."

Flandre takes a moment to consider Grey.

"I think I like you," she says smiling.

Grey chokes on his soup and coughs violently. Remilia just chuckles. Sakuya is looking away. Is she pitying him?

He stays silent and focuses on his meal. Flandre starts conversing with Remilia instead. They do seem to get along, but he feels some sort of awkwardness about it. Remilia seems a bit strained as she speaks, though she is clearly quite happy. He wonders if something happened in the past.

After the main course, the maids bring in the dessert.

"Strawberries and cream, as you like it." Remilia says.

"Thanks, big sister!"

Grey can't help but smile at Flandre's childlike innocence. Remilia has a surprising sisterly side about her, as well. They both have their own qualities, but together like this, he can't help but watch it in awe.

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"... our eyes were locked in mortal combat. In the end, the creature fled, yelping like the mongrel it is," Grey says, complete with exaggerated gestures and sound effects. He continues narrating his exploits, up to the part where he is almost knocked unconscious (he used his will to stay conscious, remembering the fabled "Iron Heart Surge").

"And finally, we were all able to have our tea in peace."

Remilia smiles at the performance, clearly enjoying herself. Flandre giggles innocently, as if listening to a children's story. Even Sakuya seems at ease. However, neither Patchouli nor Koakuma are having dinner with them. Remilia mentioned that Patchouli rarely leaves the library. It seems that this morning was an exception.

"Excellent. You may earn your full name yet," Remilia says.

"That was a really funny story! I wish I was awake to see it," says Flandre.

Grey turns to Flandre. Right now, she looks like an innocent little girl. She really doesn't seem as dangerous as the rumors imply.

She is just a little... odd.

"Do you like stories, Flandre? What sort of things do you like?"

System Hint:
The day has been long, tiring and stressful. Perhaps one should try talking about a pleasant topic? Dinner isn't usually a venue for an interrogation.

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After his performance, the Scarlet sisters leave the room.

"Dinner should be ready," Remilia says as she walks out.

Grey carefully fits his instrument into its case. He takes a thoughtful look at the silk rope that Flandre left behind. After making sure no one else is in the room, he pockets it as well.

He passes by his room on the second floor to leave a few items: the silk rope, the note, the broken door knob handle, the blindfold, the cloth gag, and the bicycle chain.

With his pockets a bit less full, he heads toward the dining room.

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[X] Inventory
A Stradivarius violin. It seems to have a life of its own.
A violin case. Self explanatory.
A few pieces of blank stationary. You'll need something to write with, first.
A map of the East Wing of the Voile library.
Nothing special is marked on it.
A catalogue listing books in the East Wing. It isn't very thick, but the print is small and hard to read.
A pair of police handcuffs and keys. Heavy-duty.
Three small candles. You'll need some matches.

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He considers what he should talk about during dinner as he walks.

[ ] Custom

[X] Inventory
A small note. It reads "To use, aim and throw hard."
A few pieces of blank stationary. You'll need something to write with, first.
A map of the East Wing of the Voile library. Nothing special is marked on it.
A catalogue listing books in the East Wing. It isn't very thick, but the print is small and hard to read.
A broken door knob handle. It seems pretty useless.
A blindfold. It seems to be part of a magician's set.
A cloth gag. Not very funny, in your opinion.
A pair of police handcuffs and keys. Heavy-duty.
A bicycle chain. You can't remember what you were thinking when you took it.
Three small candles. You'll need some matches.

The clapping of a single pair of hands breaks the silence.

Grey looks up at his audience. Flandre is sitting on the floor with the length of rope lying carelessly beside her. Her eyes are half-open, and she wears an innocent smile, as if remembering a pleasant memory. Sakuya is leaning on the wall, her hands covering her face. She seems to be wiping something off her face.

Grey turns toward the source of applause, and is mildly surprised at the third member of the audience. During the whole performance, he failed to notice that Remilia had entered the room. She has a mysterious smile as she finishes clapping.

"Excellent. Or perhaps, shall I say that this was just as expected? It seems I was not mistaken in choosing you, Grey," Remilia says.

"Lady Remilia?," Sakuya says as she stands at attention.

"Big Sister?," Flandre says as she turns around.

"Sakuya, be sure to have enough food brought to the dining room. It seems that my sister will be joining us. We can discuss your concerns afterward."

"O-of course, Lady Remilia. It seems that I might have misunderstood our guest. I'll see to the preparations immediately," Sakuya says.

She gives a low bow before vanishing. Grey isn't quite sure, but for a moment, he thought that she smiled at him.

Flandre remains seated as she faces Grey. She has a strange expression of longing on her face. Perhaps she would like to listen to more?

Grey turns to Remilia, who simply nods.

He turns his attention back to instrument in his hands. It seems that he will be playing a few more pieces until dinner.

What is Grey taking after his little concert?
[ ] The Stradivarius violin.
[ ] The violin case.
[ ] The length of silk rope.

Grey's pockets are almost full. He can pass by his room before dinner to leave a few items.
[ ] Custom

As if in a trance, Grey steps toward the Stradivarius. Drawn by some ethereal force, he finds himself standing before it. Before anyone can react, he lifts off the glass case and cradles the instrument in his hands.

Flandre stops and stares at Grey with a puzzled expression. Sakuya watches with mouth agape, but says nothing. Grey stays silent, as he needs no words to explain.

He knows not how to read notes, nor is he trained in musical study, but at this moment, he knows what he must do. He listens as the violin itself seems to lead his arms and hands into place. He raises the violin into position and draws its bow.

The first piece he plays is a dirge for the fallen. They lay strewn about the room, the broken and beaten. They will never again be held by careful hands, nor will they ever bring about sweet sounds into this world. He plays sorrowfully, as this is an elegy for what has been lost and can never be recovered.

"And then there were none," he whispers.

The second piece he plays still retains a shadow of a somber tune, yet it reminds one of a feeling of approaching danger. Filled with suspense and mystery, the tune gets steadily faster, perhaps reflecting the beating of one's heart as fear creeps in. He remains focused as he plays a smooth coda as a transition to the next piece.

"Even without the moon, it is time" he whispers.

The third piece he plays maintains a quick pace, a bit faster than classical allegro. The direction of the music reflects expressiveness and heightened emotions. He uses focused movements as he makes each stroke with precision and speed. He ends the piece with an improvision of his own, a cadenza of sorts.

He pauses as the room is filled with awe.

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[X] Play a sad tune on the Stradivarius, for the fallen piano.

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[~There is a way...]

Grey looks around at the ruins that lay before him. To his left stands an unstable force of destruction in the form of a young blonde girl. To his right stands a cold and calculating woman who nearly killed him. Siding with either guarantees neither his survival, nor their trust.

[~Perhaps you can see it...]

Sakuya is blocking the entrance. Flandre has destroyed most of the things he can hide behind. Breaking through a window is impossible without getting unneeded attention.

[~If you look beyond just trying to survive...]

He can see no one else, but he feels another presence in the room. It is struggling to make itself known. It is fighting, but not to preserve its existence.

[~And start trying to live...]

It lies within a glass case in the corner, an instrument of the "golden age". Its quality of sound defies both explanation and reproduction. Maintaining its excellence over hundreds of years, some consider it to have a life of its own.

Flandre leads Grey into a large room in the first floor. Looking inside, it looks to be a music room of some sort. There is large piano in the corner, while some notes and lyrics are written on a blackboard beside it. There are a few loose chairs in the center.

On the opposite side, there are glass cases, each containing an instrument. There seems to be a flute, piccolo, cello, and all sorts of other instruments. Grey pauses as he notices something in the corner. Is that a Stradivarius violin?

"Sakuya always comes running when I do this," Flandre says as she walks toward the piano.

Flandre raises her metal rod high into the air. Before Grey can say anything, she smashes it deep into the piano. She raises her rod up and strikes the helpless instrument several more times until it is reduced to a pitiful pile in the corner.

"Isn't this too much?", Grey mutters as she walks over toward the glass cases. As expected, she pauses before each one and smashes each with a single stroke. Sounds of shattered glass and instruments echo out into the hallway. She really seems to be enjoying this.

Flandre pauses for a moment, then walks toward the last instrument in the corner. "This is definitely too much," Grey thinks. He can't let the Stradivarius be destroyed, but he is in no position to try and stop her now.

"What the hell? Flandre, what are you doing!"

Grey turns toward the voice. Sakuya just entered the room. She looks positively horrified.

It looks like she hasn't noticed Grey.

[ ] "You're going too far, Flandre!"
[ ] "Time to play with Sakuya, Flandre!"
[ ] "What's going on in here?"
[ ] Quietly sneak out of the room.
[ ] Custom

"First, we'll need the rope," Flandre mutters.

Grey pants as he is half-lead and half-dragged around the mansion. They head all the way to the second floor, running down hallways Grey hasn't seen. Eventually, they stop. The door in front of them looks normal, except for the sign, "Private". Grey checks the doorknob.

"It's locked," Grey says in relief. However, Flandre simply smiles. She seems to be moving something in her free hand.

"Check it again," Flandre says playfully.

Grey tries the knob again, only to have it fall into his hand. A dull thud confirms that the other half of the knob fell off, as well. Flandre pushes the door open and beckons him to follow.

The room looks like a storage area, as it is full of boxes and bags. There seem to be a variety of items in the room; some of them look like they come from the Outside.

"I think the rope was kept somewhere over there," Flandre says. "I'll look for it. If you see anything interesting, you can bring it too."

She flies toward the back of the room and begins searching.

Grey takes a few steps and looks around. It is probably a good idea to simply go along with her, at this point. "Well, if she's taking this seriously," he says under his breath.

After a few minutes, Flandre flies back holding a length of rope. Looking closer, the rope seems to be made of silk, and looks quite soft. It probably can't chafe the skin. Wait. Why is something like this in the Mansion?

"Nice haul, this is going to be more fun than manjuu, eh?," Flandre says as she eyes the objects in Grey's hands.

Grey is holding quite a few things: a blindfold, a cloth gag, a pair of police handcuffs and keys, a bicycle chain, and a few small candles. He looks down at the items and quickly pockets them. Maybe he really is getting a bit carried away...

"Now to find Sakuya!", Flandre says cheerfully.

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[x] Suggest that you and her should get some rope, find Sakuya, and hogtie her for fun.

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Grey suggests the first thing that comes to mind.

"Why don't we get some rope, find Sakuya, and hogtie her for fun?"

He pauses. "Did I just say that?," he mouths. That is suicide. Sakuya is currently after his life. However, he finds the also finds the thought pleasantly perverted. "It would be nice to teach that cold bitch some manners," he thinks. He shakes his head. He must be insane.

"Sounds great!"

Grey looks up at Flandre. She is smiling at him brightly.

"Lemme get dressed! Been a while since I went up," she says.

Flandre flutters toward the wardrobe. Before Grey can avert his eyes, she vanishes.

"Huh?"

He surveys the room. "Where'd she go?" he mutters. There aren't any exits besides the one behind him. For a couple of minutes, he examines the room closely. Is there a trapdoor or a secret entrance? As he is about to examine the wardrobe itself, he feels something poke his ribs.

"It's rude to go through a girl's things, you know? Are you a pervert?"

He turns around to see Flandre grinning at him, despite the comment. She is fully dressed in a frilly red dress and vest, with a pink shirt underneath. She wears a poofy pink hat with a red ribbon. Looking closer, her wings seem to be made up of two metal rods attached with crystals of all sorts. It vaguely reminds Grey of a Christmas Tree. She seems to be holding a slightly curved metal wand.

Before he can reply, she takes Grey's hand and pulls him toward the door.

"Let's go! Let's go! She might get away!"