Occasionally, there would be a blood draw, followed by so activities.
For An Shiyu, it didn't matter.
As soone already waiting for death, all changes are just aningless ripples.
But Sparrow was very afraid.
She would always start crying easily, recalling the days of old, in the orphanage, those undisturbed days.
An Shiyu wouldn't comfort people; she would just quietly sit beside Sparrow, listening to her cries, occasionally wiping away her tears.
In truth, An Shiyu harbored so base thoughts.
Feeling lonely only when one is waiting for death alone.
But in an environnt like this, with a group of people, just like herself, waiting for death,
it actually feels reassuring.
She wouldn't feel lonely, nor would she feel scared.
With such base thoughts, even if there were a Magical Girl, she would never appear before her, right?
Even if a miracle appeared, it could never be ant for her.
Although, in this world, there are no miracles.
After an unknown period, a woman ca to the basent.
A very vicious woman nad Scorpio, who usually liked playing chess, always looking for the kids to play chess, and when she smiles, her eyes would narrow, like a poisonous snake, scrutinizing them.
From then on, hell began.
The overload of exercise, or weightless corporal punishnt, made every child suffer beyond extre.
Then there were injections of unknown drugs, each bringing painful reactions.
An Shiyu often lost consciousness because of this.
On her face was engraved with a red cross, like a slave.
Sotis, they would pierce the fingertips, other tis break their leg bones.
All actions without reason, or pattern, like they were purely for amusent.
Whenever it lets the children suffer, it keeps them in constant fear and anxiety.
Even An Shiyu started to feel stressed and exhausted.
However, she knew her death was not far, all suffering and tornt would eventually soon end.
But not Sparrow.
Every night, she curled around her legs, holding onto her, like holding a log when drowning.
Crying about her pain, crying about her inability to endure any longer.
Bruised and battered An Shiyu comforted her, eased her pain, until she fell asleep.
The bleak life seed endless.
The children licked each other's wounds, persisted without purpose.
If only there really were miracles in this world...
One day — An Shiyu didn't know which day it was.
Because she couldn't distinguish ti.
That day, Scorpio ca in from outside. Gathered them all together, lined them up.
Scorpio was a dignified person, she didn't like bullying children.
"Let's play chess, children, I feel like playing chess today."
It was Go, but there were not many kids who could play Go.
"Those who lose, go to the Witch's Laboratory on their own."
In the Witch's Laboratory, they would be continuously corroded by sothing like poison gas.
Painful, torturous, one careless mistake, they would die inside.
No one could not be afraid.
"Cry? Crying also takes ti, if you don't hurry, in you go."
The child in front was thrown into the Witch's Laboratory, which sent out piercing screams.
All the children shivered, so softly sobbing.
"Next."
Yet the voice in the front like a death decree never stopped.
The second girl, who knew so Go, shortly after going up, her face turned pale.
Scorpio was evidently more than just a bit good at Go, her skills were excellent.
When the last piece fell, the second girl broke into tears, "Give another chance..."
"Next."
Thrown into the Witch's Laboratory, even more piercing screams followed.
An Shiyu felt Sparrow almost leaning entirely on her, unable to stand.
In this world, there are no miracles.
No matter how tragic, no matter how desperate the situation.
"Next."
The hamring voice made An Shiyu almost unable to breathe.
She was just an observer after all.
As soone about to die, there's nothing to do but quietly wait for her death.
Miracles never favored her, so they wouldn't favor others, death and despair are equal...
"Next!"
When Sparrow was being dragged over, An Shiyu held onto her.
She took a deep, deep breath.
Sparrow, with a tear-stained face, just looked at her, calling her na.
The world is cold and cruel, only disappointing, only causing pain.
But even so.
She wanted to create small miracles for others.
Even if it ant she would never obtain them herself...
"May I go first?"
Scorpio, with narrowed eyes, sized her up, then nodded, "Alright."
She sat by the Go board, closed her eyes, recalling Scorpio's chess moves.
An Shiyu could play Go, because in a life of constant illness, there were few things she could do.
She could only learn what others enjoyed, to communicate and play with others.
In the hospital, there were many old n playing Go.
Though not very skilled, she was good at rembering chess records.
The task was to gradually guide the situation, maneuver the ga to the scene she had just recorded.
Then, using the devised strategy, defeat the opponent.
On Scorpio's face, her smile gradually began to fade.
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