Trapped in this dismal cell, it feels like the world's most sinister escape room. Elysia, ready to orchestrate our escape, confronts a group of shady characters with a style reminiscent of every nefarious fantasy villain ever imagined.
Their leader, Kael, begins reciting lines like a rehearsed villain, proclaiming, "You're in Darktraitor's territory, and we don't appreciate it." Elysia attempts to clarify, but the truth seems lost on them. "Hold on," she insists, "I'm Elysia, not an intruder." Their skepticism persists, and Seraphine, sporting the epitome of a resting villain face, dismissively rolls her eyes.
Attempting reason, I interject, "Hey, guys, relax. Elysia's not the enemy; you've got the wrong people." But their indifference prevails. Even Mom intervenes, asserting, "Seriously, we're here to help." They silence her, ensnaring her in dark energy chains. Fortunately, they don't commemorate their triumph with celebratory selfies.
Here's where I shift from "handling it" to "unleashing my rage." Kael threatens, "You're going to learn a lesson," and I respond with laughter, as if stuck in a deranged comedy.
Puzzled, Elysia questions, "Why are you laughing?" I flash a grin and reply, "I've got a crazy idea, and it's wild." The goons decide it's execution time, declaring, "Prepare to meet your doom." I retaliate, using my special power to deflect their attack. The result? One goon collapses dramatically, resembling an over-the-top fainting act. Hilarity ensues.
Elysia regards me as part superhero, part comedian. "You actually pulled that off," she remarks. Naturally, I retort, "Told you it was nuts." We engage in a chase through the city streets, navigating obstacles with ninja-like precision.
Elysia proves herself adept, and I compliment her, saying, "You're pretty useful, you know?" She smirks, responding, "I do my best." The relentless goons persist, embodying the epitome of persistence.
Eventually, we emerge into sunlight, freedom beckoning. Elysia inquires, "Got any brilliant plans for this mess?" I grin, replying, "Well, we're not getting executed, so that's a start." Laughter sustains us amid the chaos, our own comedy show unfolding.
However, in the midst of our escape, the realization hits—we left Mom behind in the cell! Facepalms all around. Elysia and I rush back, anticipating her restrained, but it's a horror movie scene. Mom is there, battered and covered in a strange gooey substance resembling mayonnaise or carbonara sauce. It's a twisted nightmare, tearing me up inside.
Elysia expresses remorse, sympathy evident. I clench my fists, attempting to contain my emotions. I know I must unravel this mystery. The interrogations intensify, anger boiling over. "Tell me who did this!" I demand, no more Mr. Nice Guy. Despite their fear, the goons remain tight-lipped.
Elysia pleads for reason, arguing revenge won't bring Mom back. I, however, activate my "I Causes to become" Ability, transforming into a nightmare to the shadowscale, refusing to back down. Revenge may be served cold, but I'm heating up.
In a mission for answers, their hideout becomes a battleground of fury, a symphony of anger. Secrets spill, and I hang by a thread. Finally, a name surfaces—Thorne, the one who took Mom. Even when a mysterious figure, Jzk-sensei, returns Mom, my anger persists. At least we're not alone now.
Yet, the feeling lingers. Revenge may not be the answer, but this fire within me refuses to die. It's a storm of anger and sadness, lost in my own tragedy with twists at every turn.