33 - Levreshka’s frightening dollhouse

Seven days have slipped by since that fateful night—the night Ayra embarked on her grueling training with Clotilde to master her Innatus—yet, not a single word has reached me about my mistress.

As if things weren't already unbearable, Clotilde has been unrelentingly strict, forbidding me from witnessing the training she was putting her sister through. In her words, I would only be a hindrance, and considering the peculiar bond I share with Ayra, it would be best for my mental and emotional well-being if I remained unaware of what she intended to do to her. Every time those words resurface in my mind, an involuntary shudder runs down my spine.