I... I was in need of someone...

Not someone to drag me out of this hellish basement... but at least someone to confirm that I am alive.

Your existence was becoming closer to a shape I had imagined countless times.

Borrowing the appearance of a girl of eighteen or nineteen—the age that should shine most brilliantly—you became the only foreign object in this pitch-black room.

Uwaaaagh, f-fuuuuuuuck!!!!!