Rosetta looked at the figures before her. She knew all of them. Her body shook, her face grew pale, and sweat began to trickle from her temples.
The environment around her was cold and chilling, but she felt far worse—a deep sense of guilt and denial.
"No! I'm not the one who killed all of you! It was my father!" she shouted, but the apparitions didn't waver. Their hands began to morph into giant blades.
"You told him! You betrayed us!"
"Sister Rosetta, why did you do that? You promised you would play with me, and now I can't grow up."
"Come with us, Rosetta, and pay for your sins!"
"NO! NO!" Rosetta's sword fell from her grasp as she covered her ears, trying to block out their voices.
Her body trembled. "No, this is not real. It's just an illusion. Please, go away."
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"So, it's true that my brother is sick?"