Emily's POV:
- …Another boring afternoon.
I look out the window. The only thing I can see is a pile of ruins I've seen countless times. Houses whose memories now only remain in my mind and are slowly fading away. Despite this, I continue to stay in this place. I impatiently await his arrival.
- …You're taking your time, Mr. Hero.
My tired knees begin to complain. My back groans in discontent as I tear my gaze away from the window. There I see a rocking chair that I hate so much. I stare coldly at the chair, wondering whether to destroy it or not.
- I really hate you.
I walk over to it and lie down. I immediately feel the relief and comfort it gives me, and I can't help but hate it even more. My rebellious knees immediately calm down as my back finds the perfect position.
"I can't believe I've become this pathetic."
I slowly rock the chair as I get lost in my thoughts. The way I live right now can only be described as pathetic. Lying in that chair, trying to quiet my restless limbs, only makes the soft comfort it offers more irritating. I stare at the door, patiently waiting for a call that will never come. Even though I knew it, I didn't really want to give up at this point. Now that a good season had finally begun, I eagerly awaited its arrival.
- Looks like I won't have any luck today either…
A light drowsiness washes over me as the chair's softness slowly envelops me. I look up at the ceiling, hoping for some sign that my wait won't be in vain.
*knock knock*
Then, a sound illusion strikes my ears.
"How many times is that now?"
As if trying to silence the illusion, I start rocking the chair harder. Its creaking ends the horrible silence that reigned in the room.
*knock knock*
..But there it was again. It seems that killing the silence in the room hadn't been enough to eliminate the illusion. I can't help but sigh in resignation.
- Excuse me, is anyone there?!
—!
I jump up. I instinctively look toward the door. All my senses are focused on the old wooden door in front of me.
- Is someone here?!
The shout is louder this time. There was no doubt it wasn't an illusion. But that wasn't all I felt.
"This… This energy! There's no doubt about it, this energy came from a spirit."
A smile lit up my face as I lunged at it like an animal. With lightning speed, I launched myself toward the door, palm outstretched. I focused my power into it as I went to welcome the long-awaited guest at my doorstep.
- Welcome to your death, hero!
An instant later, the old wooden door my hand touched disintegrated into black specks.