บท 155: Runaway

Marion wakes up in a dark room she doesn't know where. A stuffy, musty scent wafted and swirled in his nasal cavity until he couldn't get rid of the other scents. His sense of smell no longer seems to be functioning properly.

He tried to get up with pain in his abdomen, he held the painful part, he brought his fingers close to his nose, put something like a crumb of something stuck in his stomach. The aroma is similar to the herb that Ange used to give him. 

"D–where am I?" the girl asked, muttering and monologueing with herself. No one, surely no one will answer his question.

He tried to get up, sit down, then circulate his gaze around him.

"Will...," he called. Didn't hear an answer from anywhere. He then got off the table where he had been lying down for some time. 

Marion limped, trying to find a way to leave but couldn't find it, until she heard a noise coming from outside.