Marionne stood gazing at the interior architecture of the giant ship with a sense of awe, along with the others who’d been rescued from their cells. Finally, someone had helped them out of those cramped, old, narrow cells.
The gloomy weather outside, combined with the strangely oppressive atmosphere, left Marionne feeling strangely down. For the past several days, strange things seemed to be happening, but no one could say exactly what was off.
village she’d lived in for as long as she could remember. She couldn’t say what time it was now—only that the sky had turned black. But when she looked around, she saw people still going about their lives as if it were midday.
Marionne stood with her arms crossed, brow furrowed, looking down at the body of a strange man lying face-down on the floor, blocking the path between the front door and the living room.