[Misaki's memories are still vague, and fragmented. Images come back to her in her sleep often, of the woman she called 'Oneechan' as a child, of her best friend Miya. She knows now that few of those memories are quite what they seem, but one thing is clear. She spent much of her childhood in that so-called mental hospital, before she was taken away from the island to live a more normal life.
In either of those situations, she was hardly used to extravagance or luxury. So she's understandably confused when she awakens under the covers of a plush canopy bed, one much too big for a single petite Japanese girl. Tossing the covers aside so she can sit up and take in her surroundings, she's just as surprised at the elegance of the room around her. It's like something out of a fairy tale... too fancy and elegant and beautiful and perfect to be real.
Rubbing gently at her eyes, she muses to herself.]
I must be dreaming.
[Clearly, there's no one else to hear her talking to herself if this is a dream. To her surprise, though, her arm hits something else in the bed with her. A familiar doll...]
Huh? ... Miya...
[She holds the doll up to get a better look. It's definitely Miya. And, as she clutches the doll to her chest, she notices there's bits and pieces of her room at the hospital, and her room back home. It's like someone took the time to build this perfect dream room around her most precious belongings. Everything important to her, in a place far away from the dangers and pain of that island...
To herself, she wonders, where exactly is she? Who could have brought her here?]
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In either of those situations, she was hardly used to extravagance or luxury. So she's understandably confused when she awakens under the covers of a plush canopy bed, one much too big for a single petite Japanese girl. Tossing the covers aside so she can sit up and take in her surroundings, she's just as surprised at the elegance of the room around her. It's like something out of a fairy tale... too fancy and elegant and beautiful and perfect to be real.
Rubbing gently at her eyes, she muses to herself.]
I must be dreaming.
[Clearly, there's no one else to hear her talking to herself if this is a dream. To her surprise, though, her arm hits something else in the bed with her. A familiar doll...]
Huh? ... Miya...
[She holds the doll up to get a better look. It's definitely Miya. And, as she clutches the doll to her chest, she notices there's bits and pieces of her room at the hospital, and her room back home. It's like someone took the time to build this perfect dream room around her most precious belongings. Everything important to her, in a place far away from the dangers and pain of that island...
To herself, she wonders, where exactly is she? Who could have brought her here?]