The Unlocked Legacy

Ever since earlier, I had kept feeling like I had forgotten something. The feeling grew stronger with time, until I finally could not help counting how many people were in the house. Only then did I realize that disaster might have been brewing for a full six hours.

I remembered Suigintou, who had wrapped herself into a blanket roll because of her terrible sleeping posture, and the better part of a spool of high-strength rope I had used to tie her and the bed together.

That realization shot into my mind like lightning splitting the sky, thoroughly jolting everything from my trigeminal nerve to the nerves in my cervical spine. I could practically see the furious doll girl charging down from the second floor at supersonic speed, knocking aside Little Pao Pao passing by and Lilina, who was merely there to make up the numbers, before pouncing on me and crazily gnawing at my head. Then I quickly discovered that this was not an illusion at all, as proven by the seventeen or eighteen stabbing pains per second on my scalp.

Afterward, I learned how the little doll had escaped: Suigintou slept until after ten, then discovered someone's vicious prank. Over the next half hour, she pulled, yanked, kicked, and stomped, doing her utmost to tear apart my blanket and bed. In fact, the blanket had been almost completely destroyed within the first five minutes, but the sturdy Composite Material Rope proved to be a massive problem. Suigintou's remaining one and a half little fangs made a great contribution, biting through two-thirds of the ropes, while my bed had been turned into sixteen pieces of varying sizes by the tiny girl's monstrous strength. Preliminary diagnosis: fit only for firewood.

After escaping, Suigintou waited upstairs, fuming. She set up twenty-eight mousetraps,