The girl grew more haggard and even neurotic with each passing day, becoming suspicious and paranoid.
The beautiful and innocent nature she once had seemed to wither away in the darkness, becoming strange and difficult to get along with. The few who came to visit her were often driven away by her sharp and cutting words.
Only the Wanderer still appeared in the dark prison from time to time.
No matter how hysterical the girl became, he always behaved like a patient guardian, silently bearing it all, waiting for the day he could take his foster daughter out of the darkness.
And finally, one day, the girl completely dropped her facade in front of her foster father, reverting to her old weak self, and tears flowed freely.
"When will Yoshude come to rescue me?"
"I'm going crazy, Father..."
"There's a voice in my mind that keeps talking to me."
"I'm afraid; I don't know if it's an illusion..."
"I don't understand..."
"The things it's telling me aren't true, are they?"
