It felt as if all Meliora could do for now was block all her sister’s attacks. Malum didn’t leave any openings whatsoever for her to get through.
One particular swing of her hunting knife was enough to knock Meliora to the ground. It took all she had to keep a hold of the blade she was carrying.
“Damn sis,” Malum said as she taunted her twin, “you’ve been getting rusty over all these years.”
Meliora just pulled herself up off the ground, and prepared to shield herself from another barrage of knife attacks.
The setting that Annette had come into now managed to look even drearier than the first one.
For one, the entire room smelled like death. At the end of the room, in front of several empty chairs, lay a closed coffin. It occurred to her that she was now in a funeral parlor.
Putting the pieces together, Annette realized that this had to be the wake for the blond teenager’s father. Once she stepped closer, she tried to put her hand on top of the casket lid, but it went right through.
The door on the other side of the parlor opened, and a group of people dressed in black came in and took their seats.
Among them was the blond teenager from the first scene. Somehow he managed to look even thinner than before, and his face looked almost ghoulish. He seemed to be quite relieved when he finally sat down next to an old woman.
When the priest that also entered began reciting the usual funereal sentiments, Annette couldn’t keep her eyes off the teenager. He seemed to just barely remain awake through the sermon.
“Pretty sure it isn’t that boring…” As though to spite her for saying that, the blond teenager tried getting up. This was apparently not a good idea, as it caused the priest to pause in his speech.
“Sit down, you filthy, soulless heathen!” The man suddenly bellowed at the teenager. “This is a somber occasion, and it must not be tainted with your wicked ways!”
He then began to pick up what looked like a heavy cane, and approached the blond with it. The poor teenager didn’t have a chance to run until the priest was on him.
Annette was disturbed at how none of the others stood up to stop him. She didn’t have any time to be upset about it, as the scene changed once more.
Now she found herself in a slightly familiar setting. She knew when she managed to find herself in a diner’s kitchen from her time working in one.
The entourage seen here was a far cheerier one. Everyone was happy and toasting various achievements regarding their jobs.
This time, the blond teenager looked far better. His hair had now been cut to his shoulders, and he didn’t look as emaciated. He too, joined in the festivities.
“Huh. Never pegged Moony to be a party guy,” was Annette’s comment to all of this. Thus far, nothing looked out of the ordinary.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, Annette saw one of the employees slip away. Her suspicions aroused, she followed him while listening to the ruckus in the other room.
“What’s this guy’s problem…?” Her question was quickly answered, when she saw him pull out a lighter and bolt cutters from somewhere nearby. “Oh no! He’s not going to do what I think he is?!”
Bolt cutters in hand, the employee found a gas pipe in the kitchen, and promptly cut it. He then flicked the lighter on, and initiated the predicted response.
Within seconds, the entire diner was up in flames. The employees who just a few seconds before were living it up, now were screaming for their lives.
Annette then turned back to watch as the fire blazed around her. As quick as she could, she began searching for Moony. While she did, the other workers were quickly silenced by the fire destroying them all.
Once she finally found him, she then caught sight of Malum leaning over him. She looked quite demented as she flashed him a toothy grin.
Unlike before, she didn’t say anything beyond, “Hello, new meat!” and pulled out another syringe. Like with Sunny, she jammed it into Moony’s neck and pressed down.
Annette was then brought back to the room she started in. Samira’s body no longer moved, which both relieved her and broke her heart.
She tried not to let it bother her, as she then approached the specter that appeared.
Instead of being sad or upset at his fate, Moony just looked irritated. Annette couldn’t help but crack a smirk as she looked at his face.
“You know her sins, now give your verdict.” Annette waited for his answer. Like Sunny before him, Moony reached out and gave her the thumbs down for ‘guilty’.
The moment Annette nodded once to accept his answer, Moony’s ghost then disappeared. A part of her hoped that he was able to reunite with Sunny now.
She didn’t have much time to dwell on it, though, as the third door was now open. Taking a few steps toward it, she turned to look at where her daughter’s stuffed corpse sat.
“Goodbye, Samira…Mommy loves you,” she whispered in a shaky voice. She then continued on with tears forming in her eyes.
(song where the chapter title came from: )