Forty-seven. Freak
The curtain of the carriage was lifted slightly.
Anna peeked out from behind the curtain with caution.
She seemed to forget that she didn't have a physical body, keeping her posture as if she were a cat that had arrived in unfamiliar territory, wary of her surroundings.
But apart from the occasional crackling of torches, the night was silent and serene.
The air, however, felt more oppressive than before, as if rain was about to fall soon.
"Huh?"
Anna, who had been looking around, suddenly let out a light exclamation and stared towards a corner of the garden.
A carriage lay hidden in the darkness, nearly blending into the overgrown wild grass, making it difficult to notice.
"Could there be someone here?"
Anna scratched her head in confusion.
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[I'm not crazy! I am a normal person! Why did they insist on sending me here... Am I not their daughter! What kind of parents can bear to send their own child to an asylum! I must escape... I must escape!]
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