Knock. Knock.
The sound of someone knocking echoed through the dark room.
"..."
But whoever it was kept insisting.
Knock. Knock.
This time, the knock was stronger.
Arthur clicked his tongue.
"Tsk."
He stood up from the chair and walked toward the door.
As he opened it, Arthur saw Yumi raising her fist once again, about to knock.
Her eyes were sharp and dark.
Yumi quickly looked away.
"What is it?" Arthur asked.
Yumi's eyes widened.
'That voice… so heavy! What do I do?!'
Nothing.
...
Silence dominated the space for a while.
"If you have nothing to say, then—"
The sound of the door closing echoed in Yumi's ears as the wind gently swayed her silver hair.
"..."Yumi couldn't speak, nor could any idea form in her mind.
...
Meanwhile, Arthur leaned against the door, placing a hand over his face.
He was laughing.
'Why am I laughing in a situation like this?!'
His back slowly slid down until he reached the floor.
He curled up like a rabbit, laughing at his own misery.
...
After some time, Arthur headed back toward the chair—only to find someone already sitting there.
The young man took a step back.
"Why did you step back… Poul?"The being continued, laughing silently."My fallen star."
The being said as he turned around.
"Well… don't you remember me?"At the end, he let out a soft laugh.
"W-Who are y—"
"Who am I, huh… Well, you remembered me before. Before you lost your memory."
"Why did you suddenly start speaking formally with me?"
The blue being's lips curved into a smile.
"I felt like it."
He walked toward Arthur, placing a hand on his shoulder, and continued:
"My name… 'Arthur'… is—"
He turned to face the young man.
"…Glaciei."
"Gla… ci… ei?!"
The name felt familiar. Too familiar.
Arthur didn't know whether he could trust him.
He couldn't even trust himself… not even his own thoughts.
"Since you seem to have some free time, let's talk… Poul."
Arthur nodded.