The Fool Has Made Many Mistakes
I continued sobbing. It was either the fact I was betrayed by the girl I called 'Zero-five' or the fact I was locked in a cage.
...Well, it was probably both.
Before there was any time to truly ruminate over the situation, the curtains were pulled back, illuminating the stage.
It was as though the rays of a new day had shone on me, but my current state was definitely not one that was the nicest to see.
The sky was a soft light blue, while a few puffy white clouds littered the sky. Someone about it seemed innocent.
...No, it would be more accurate to say fresh.
It seemed like I was in some sort of colosseum, but it wasn't particularly big.
There was a man in a regal black suit and an overly pretentious top hat. Though, the man in question seemed to take pride in his hat, thinking it made him look more regal rather than a clown.