"Tell me..." Her voice cold and heartless, a hint of displeasure in her tone.

　　"P..please, I... I really d..don`t kno-----" The voice silenced and was replaced by the sharp turns of a sword, followed by a thud and splattering sound of liquid.

　　She turned, gripping tightly onto her skirt, layers and layers of blood had formed from the moment she stepped into this hell hole.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.

　　"W..wait.." A weak voice emerged behind the little girl.

　　"I.. I`m s..sor----"The sentence cuts off, replaced once more by the sharp turns.

　　"Too late..."The unsympathetic and icy voice echoed through the endless dark hall.

　　"Too late to apologize... You betrayers..."