Story Reader / Interlude / Escape to Somewhere / Story
Lucia, you're back!
Luna... I found a... doll... outside...
I think you might like it, so I... brought it back for you...
Ahaha... It's so ugly!
It's... ugly?
I see...
But I like it!
...You do?
It's the first time you've given me a plushie, I'm so happy!
Luna takes the plushie and begins to check it out.
If you ever come back too late, I can go to sleep hugging it!
As long as you like it...
But my favorite is still Lucia! Hehe!
...
...
Luna sits on her bed and plays with the plushie as Lucia walks before their food stash to store the food she earned today.
The food... Why's there so little left...
Luna, did you eat some of it?
I didn't eat it, just... I lent it to... people... the last few days...
All the food and you... lent it to people?
I did... what's the matter?
...
Lucia steps back, stupefied. She mutters to herself silently.
It's all my fault for not checking the food crate...
Blizzard's coming in a few days...
All the food supplies are going to be cut off...
That's why I've been coming home so late recently...
Luna... with this much food... We won't be able to...
But... they said they would return it to us afterward...
Luna!
What's the matter? Lucia?
You—
...
Lucia...
Lucia grabs Luna's hand and promptly rushes outside.
Lucia... It hurts...
Lucia brings Luna to the hall.
Whoever borrowed food from Luna, come out!
The crowd merely gazes at the two, not a soul daring to make a sound.
It was you, wasn't it?!
I... I...
I already ate most of it... What's left is... only barely enough for myself...
Do whatever you want with me, I still won't give it back to you!
You...
I'm just trying to live! What's wrong with that?!
Pl...
What?
Pl... please...
Lucia...
The boy could not bear to look at Lucia, and instead huddles himself up, not showing any emotion.
Please...
Lucia turns to the crowd.
Please... help us...
Not a sound.
Alright...
Well... No one to blame but your own gullible selves.
Don't expect there to be any law-upholding police or judge around here.
...
Lucia glares at the curled-up boy, her fists unconsciously nearing the knife she always kept close to her.
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