(As I sat in this room, I felt an intense anger fuel me. Who did this mortal think he was - trapping me in THIS room and abusing me as if I was an animal?! He’s the one who adopted me, and he’s treating me like I’m dangerous. I just want my revenge. Just then, my “dad” calls me from the room. Of course, he’s not really my dad - I just treat him like that. His real name is Masao.)

Masao: “Natsuki, get down from your room! I want to talk with you.”

(Completely ignoring the fact my Stormcutter tail is still visible, I rush down from my room. I still miss the Stormcutter kingdom - where I served as its queen.)

Natsuki: “What do you want, Masao?”

Masao: “I wanted to talk to you about your behavior. You’ve been acting out and it’s starting to worry me. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

Natsuki: “You’re not my real dad. Stop treating me like a child.”

Masao: “I know, but I care about you. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Natsuki: “I’m not okay. You locked me up in that room like some kind of animal.”

Masao: “I only did that because I care about your safety. You’re not like other kids, Natsuki. You have abilities that can be dangerous.”

Natsuki: “I’m not dangerous. You just don’t understand me.”

Masao: “I’m trying to understand you. I really am. But I need you to work with me. Can you do that?”

Natsuki: “Fine. But don’t expect me to forgive you for what you did to me.”

Masao: “I understand. I just want what’s best for you.”

Natsuki: “Whatever. I’m going back to my room.”

(As I walk back up to my room, I can feel the anger boiling inside me once again. I’ll have my revenge soon enough. No one can treat me like an animal and get away with it. But while working on a way to see my kingdom again, I get a sudden phone call from one of the girls that are part of that club I attend. I look to see who’s calling me, and it was Sayori. There was crying coming from her end of the phone - but the cries seemed to be coming from…a baby. Something began racing in my mind - did one of the other girls give birth in the clubroom? But judging from how much the baby was crying, it was premature.)