Dark.
Cold.
A damp smell that even a 200-coin rose perfume couldn't cover.
That was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes.
I blinked slowly, then quickly, then slowly again—trying to find focus like an old camera about to break. Truly broken, it was so glitchy.
And when my vision finally cleared, I gasped.
My hands were tied. My feet were tied too. And my mouth—WAS COVERED BY CLOTH.
"MMMPHH!! MMPPHH!!" I protested instantly.
I looked to the side and found Lady Genevieve was also bound. Her hands were tied in front. Her mouth… was free. FREE.
As for me? Oh God, I couldn't accept it. Couldn't accept it. Is this an example of how the author plays favorites with their characters?
I gaped. Or, at least I wanted to gape. What came out was just a sound, "Mmmpph?! Mmmphh—MMMMPH!!"
Which, roughly translated, meant: "WHY IS ONLY MY MOUTH COVERED?! NOT YOURS?! THIS IS DISCRIMINATION! CHARACTER DISCRIMINATION!"
