Much to Annette’s surprise, she was the only one in the next room. In a break of the cycle, there was no body. This was now putting her into a mix of confusion, worry, and annoyance.
“Oh, don’t tell me this was all a prank. Did I seriously have to watch all those traumatizing flashbacks just to get an empty room?!” She gripped her hair in frustration, and attempted to rip it out.
Her actions were halted when she heard a quiet voice whispering to her. It had been so soft, she almost didn’t hear it. Stopping her furious hair-pulling, she stopped to listen to it again.
Once again, Annette was in what looked to be a kind of church. Unlike the churches she witnessed Ox-Head in, however, this one was far brighter and not invoking general coldness of religion.
In fact, the overall atmosphere promised a rather joyous occasion, if not a rather obvious one. It was clear from who was present as well.
This time, Annette saw a slightly older-looking Dennis standing at the altar, sweating profusely.
By some stroke of luck, Meliora had managed to get a hit on Malum. From this moment of serendipity, both of them appeared to be shocked.
It was to be expected. In some quick, momentary lapse, Malum’s Omnipotence seemed to have failed her.
(Warning! Briefly-described abuse!)
Now, instead of a school, Annette found herself in someone’s house. Whoever it was had to have been fairly well-off. Several expensive-looking paintings were hung up on the wall, alongside a gorgeous large vase or two.
She couldn’t help but be impressed as she reached toward one of the paintings. She then pulled her hand back once she heard a door open from below her.
With her curiosity piqued, Annette leaned over a banister, and looked down at the first floor of the house.
Unlike the first six rooms, the theme of the seventh one was worrisome, rather than just unsettling.
All of the walls were a very light green color, with what seemed to be whiteboards hanging up on them. The flooring was just tiles in alternating colors of green and white. Annette could also smell antiseptic rather strongly about her.
“I don’t know how to take this,” she said to the next juror, “since I barely knew you in my world, but…”
Instead of a little boy in front of her now, Annette saw a young man in his mid teens now. The place he was now in looked like a far more fitting place for her to remember him in.
All around the two of them were numerous unfinished projects. Some were in the stages of drying, and others had yet to be fired. There were also quite a few sculptures missing vital parts.
The Harwood before her now seemed to be putting the finishing touches on an elaborate-looking piece. He then stepped back, like he were getting a better look at his work.
(Warning! Offensive slurs!)
As soon as Annette got into the next room, a familiar and powerful smell hit her. From her past experience in at least one art studio, she’d know it anywhere.
For some reason, however, it smelled far more intense than she remembered, very much like a kiln exploded. The smells almost seemed to try and mess with her head.
Trying to wave the stench away, she stepped forward to the next juror.
Right when Annette entered the second scene, she was besieged by a loud torrent of terrible homophobic slurs. They contrasted heavily with the surprisingly calm-looking park she was now in.
As much as she didn’t want to, Annette followed in the direction that the jeering and insults were coming from. They only became louder and more crude.
At least it was getting a little easier to dodge attacks.
Meliora kept telling herself that as she managed to stay on her feet after yet another series of parried sword cuts.
Once she jumped back, Malum grinned at the way her sister was struggling to stay upright. She then took a glance at her hunting knife, and licked off any blood that managed to be spilt on it.
(Warning! Rape and implications of incest!)
A harsh orange glare was the first thing that hit Annette’s sight upon reaching the second scene. It had hit so suddenly, that she doubled over and covered her eyes.
When she managed to uncover them again and squint through the light, it still took a little while to adjust to the lighting. Then, she recognized the setting.
“I don’t remember the wiring in the warehouse being this bad,” she said to herself as she wandered through the hall in front of her.