Who are you? We are children who are not allowed to be born.

Not allowed to have a child? - Children who are not allowed to be born.

What do you crave? - We crave love as "mothers".

What do you expect? - We want to return to our mother's womb.

What about your wishes? - We want to be reborn.

How do I get a new life? - It depends on your choice.

My choice? - You will give us the end.

What is the Ending? - Accept us, carry us, contain us, devour us, or become one of us.

What if you don't have a choice? - It will linger here forever until the end comes.

How do I go about choosing? - Step on the stage that is ready.

What kind of stage? ——A stage to interpret the short life of a girl.

By me? - You are the protagonist of the stage, and you are also the one who determines the outcome.

Am I the only one? - Probably just you.

The girl's ending is also your end? - The end of the girl is our end.

What do I have to do? - It's all up to you.

Maiden names? - Jack the Ripper.

What a nasty name — a nasty name indeed.

So can you get started? - You can start at any time.

Enter my stage – enter yours.

May each other be blessed with good luck – perhaps.

……

The interrupted consciousness is restored, but it is only a restoration.

A tidal wave of "things" gushed out and almost was about to be swallowed.

Pitch black, chaotic, devastation, despair.

Ah, that's the resentment.

And it's not a grudge for one person, it's a grudge for thirty-seven thousand.

The unwillingness not to be allowed to be born. The pain of not being able to get a mother's love will not begin the despair of life.

Everyone, every part is venting this from the inside out.

One is only a subtle filth, but thousands of copies are mixed together to become filthy.

How long can you hold on to this filth?

Just as I was thinking, the stage opened.

Is this called deduction?

Unable to manipulate, unable to speak, and can only interfere with a limited amount of his own will.

What should I do? - "Sakiya, I don't even care about my life for you, don't let anything happen to you." ”

A sudden word. What is asked is not answered. unexpectedly conveyed an inexplicable warmth.

It's the host......

Then, the first act begins—

[The girl holds a short knife and pierces someone's heart from behind.] 】

I beg your pardon, my master.

It's all about you and understanding your situation as quickly as possible.

It's not that as the women of the family are getting more and more revenge.

Then, the second act began—

[Received an affirmative answer, the girl pierced someone's chest.] 】

Mourn, my master.

Once again for you to experience an unpleasant experience.

But thanks to your efforts, the bondage of the characters has been weakened a bit.

And I'm really grateful for keeping all those memories in my heart.

In order to live up to your efforts. It's time for me to make a choice.

Give thirty-seven thousand resentments to the end.

The next chance, the third act begins—

[The girl grabbed someone's hand and pierced the short knife through her own throat.] 】

Finally, the connection was made. Connect with reality.

Sure enough, it was correct to leave the "key" beforehand.

Finally snatched control of the character from the chaos of filth.

It's only for a short moment, but it's enough.

Enough to feel the owner's body temperature, enough to prepare for the ending.

Next. I'm going to be a real girl. Become Jack the Ripper.

The end, coming—

[The girl committed the crime of serial killing, and then met someone.] 】

[Driven by inexplicable dependence.] The two became temporary companions. 】

[The temporary end is the moment when the stage ushers in the end. 】

Thanks to the host for everything, I chose the ending.

……

Are you ready to choose? - I made the choice.

Will you give us the ending? - I will give you the ending.

Is it to accept us? Is it carrying us? Is it to accommodate us? Is it devouring us? Or become one of us?

- both to receive you and to carry you, to contain you and to devour you, and you will be one of my members.

Incomprehensible. - I will make you understand.

Accept us? - Accept you and become my past, my memory, my history, the last stop of my life.

Carrying us? ——Carry you, never allow betrayal, never allow omission, and move forward together.

Accommodating us? - Accommodate you, and build your own home with my heart as a container.

Devouring us? - devouring you, devouring thirty-seven thousand copies of resentment, turning them into vessels of nourishment.

Be one of you? - Ah, about this, take precedence over all of the above.

Priority over all?

My very existence is the meaning of your existence.

I give you new life, you give me life.

Who am I? I'm Sixteen Nightsaki.

Sixteen Nights Sakuya is a maid who belongs only to the master.

Now, the time has come to greet the master—

"Good work."

Starting with a faint greeting, Sakiya opened her eyes.

Although it has never been closed from beginning to end, this time it is a real reflection of a certain person in his eyes.

"You've worked hard, too."

Looking at the face in front of him, Sakuya couldn't help but smile.

"I actually saw you smiling, I'm not dreaming."

Zhou Yao said in surprise, with a smile on his face.

With that smile alone, everything he's done so far has been worth it!

"Maybe it's really a dream, but the short knife stabbed me so painfully."

As she spoke, Sakiya reached out and touched the short knife stuck in her chest.

That's the key you need to open the door to the finale.

"Ah, there's no way around it. I was stabbed twice by you, and this time it was flattened. Zhou Yao pretended to be helpless and said.

After finishing the magician's plot, he plunged the dagger into Sakiya's chest.

Although some of them can't be started, if they don't start, they won't be able to end.

"This thing is settled, but the other thing is not yet." Sakiya pulled out the short knife on his chest and said.

The stage has not completely been curtained, and the knife wound will not affect her.

"What else?" Zhou Yao was puzzled.

"That's what you've done for my maid—"

Without waiting for Zhou Yao to react, Sakuya launched a sneak attack and kissed him lightly on the lips.

One touch is gone, like a dragonfly touching water.

But it can make people feel the strong emotions contained in it.

Zhou Yao was stunned to see what was happening in front of him, and felt that there was still a slight warmth on his lips.

In the end, it turned into a happy wry smile.

"Welcome back."

"I'm back." (To be continued.) )