Drip.
Drip.
A cup of water sat at the top of her consciousness, with liquid continually dripping into it from above.
"..."
Killer watched the cup of water overhead in silence.
She was now in a state devoid of speech, feeling, or expression, looking as exquisite as a finely crafted doll.
An adorable white-haired girl like her was still quite cute without all those flashy, outrageous remarks and expressions.
Whoosh!
A wooden board suddenly flew out of nowhere, blocking the dripping liquid.
Killer showed no particular reaction, merely looking coldly toward where the board had come from.
"Hey, have you never really understood what your own purpose is?"
A voice that sounded exactly like her own came from beside her.
It was a 'Killer' whose clothes and appearance were identical to Killer's.
She bent forward in a playful pose, her crimson eyes brimming with a dangerous smile.
With that smiling menace of an expression, she gazed at Killer's face, left blank by confusion.
"Heh heh heh... I understand you better than you understand yourself..."
'Killer' tapped Killer's chest with a finger, opening her narrowed eyes a little wider as she poured aggressive emotions into Killer.
"Why cling to that meaningless past?... Wouldn't it be fun to explore... new knowledge?"
The quiet, emotionless, expressionless girl within Killer was suddenly given a single emotion, and her entire expression became somewhat...
Terrifying.
Liquid determination, black beyond description, streamed down Killer's face.
Within the Illusion, Killer's soul state was indeed stable at Stage 1.
But... at this point, Killer had essentially lost her sense of self and had yet to recover it.
Now that self obsessed with exploring new things had reached deep into her heart and profoundly influenced her.
"Hey... hey! Killer!!! Wake up!!!"
Murder gripped one of Killer's arms, teleporting back