Once Upon the Clandestine Flower

Loyalty isn't a flimsy film that you could scrap in the presence of a better offer. Notice how in soap operas, poor people won't hand over their dignity from the waft of valuable paper bundled inside a suitcase. Hardened, of course, Necromancer found herself arguing how unreasonable the term was─she demanded a revision.

"No, please, I don't want to leave them behind!"

I received an adamant refusal.

Contrary to the popular notion of an exclamation mark, no, she didn't show sass.

The dam bursted, and she could only sulk from her powerlessness.

Imagine losing consciousness and waking up in a glamorous cosmos─immobilized, and hung upside down. While there wasn't any evident torture, the onrush of telepathic transmission would only slowly creep to break the mind.

Funny how it's a delicate sensation, I tell you.