Catherine had not completely lost consciousness; she was now trapped in the midst of a nightmare, a very long and persistent nightmare. In the dream, the once beautiful and warm world never existed; everything and everyone had undergone fundamental changes—changes that were too much for the knight girl to accept. The dream was so real that it felt like the truth, as if everything she had experienced before was nothing but a fantasy she had constructed to escape from reality.
In the dream, the girl still lived in the Western-style house on Fox Street, still striving to help everyone in need around her. However, whenever she stepped out of her house, the happy and joyful faces of neighbors no longer greeted her, nor did she receive genuine gratitude from those whom she helped. Instead, all she encountered were the cold alienation and malicious speculation of those around her, with nothing more.