How.. did things end up this way?
I tried to mouth my words properly, though nothing came out of my throat. I mean, they're just verbal expressions. My fists clenched to my dress, staring at the very reflection of me–her– with an ominous gaze. The question that reverberated within me spiraling my thoughts, a question I would have never dared to ask. A question I never thought I would ask myself.
Who really am I? Really, who was I? I'm not her, but I couldn't have been anyone else. Each time I attempted to recall anything about myself, it was as if my brain had scattered, instead with gushing thoughts of her. I had no choice to act as her, though not to become her. No. There was someone precious to me, someone I cherished and loved, someone I vowed to never forget. So why couldn't I remember them at all? I must be going crazy. Maybe I'm just tired. I'm not a young, noble lady of the Crimson household. In fact, I'm not from this timeline.
"I don't belong in this timeline."
「Caution! (1) Your words were not aligned with the worldline. Censorship has been placed on you .」
I just don't remember how I got here. How I got involved in this mess. How it all began. There was no one I could rely on. I can't trust anyone here. They're all clueless, nobody knows anything. The only person I swore I could've trust disappeared out of thin air, no response, no prior warning. It was all up to me. But I wasn't one to falter easily.
If I had to do this on my own, so be it. I'll face these villains head on and live peacefully. Just please, give me some rest.
"Young lady. It is almost time for the banquet."
Ah, here we go. "Yes, Evie. I'll be ready soon." My shoulders stiffened as I stood upright, taking a deep breath before the last glance of my own reflection. Well, I must not delay this any further. The door creaked, letting the servants in, allowing them to touch my hair. I suppose there is a difference of The beginning of the end, and The end of the beginning.