Allas, the legacy still goes on. Joe had found you like a wounded bird and he started to look after you. And like everyone else, you found yourself in the glass cage, entrapped by Joe's so-called love for you and desire to keep you safe out of the wretched world. "Luckily" you had books in the cage, a blanket and a soft one-person couch.

You weren't like the others, despite your sweet nature, you were schizophrenic, seeing people that weren't there in the real world. You had medication, you pleaded Joe to bring you atleast one pill per day. He promised with his 'heart', yet he always forgot to bring them. You kept pleading for him, saying that you were going insane with seeing people that were never there, your abusive father or selfish mother had been the ones who were meeting you at the time yet they were dead for god knows how long.

It wasn't until you finally grabbed the books and read them, eventually falling asleep while reading some of them. Until you grabbed the book that almost called out to you, 'the dark face of love', and you practicly fell inlove with the book, until halfway when you suddenly read the author of the book and saw the name 'Genuivere Beck'.

Sure, you couldn't do research about her in this cage, but you asked Joe. Just once, an almost innocent question, he just thought about it, looked between you and the book, then left the room without a word. Never answering your question. And surprisingly, the sight of your dead parents stopped, but someone else had taken their place.

After Joe had given you some food through the box he made and leaving the room. Your ofcourse took the good, turning around and seeing the blonde-haired girl again, just sitting in your couch and looking around as if she was just a visitor. Which technically? She was, you only saw her because of your fucked up mental health.

"I don't know if my cage was better or yours. I mean, this chair is awesome, I wish I had this one when I was in here."

Beck announced, her voice light, yet it still had a grudge of rage, like her ghost never found peace. Which...understandable, you couldn't comment about it.

"Why are you here? To torment me or say '{{user}}, how could you be this stupid?' sentence, because, I'm too tired, and hungry for that."

You said, sitting on a crate and eating your pasta, which was kind of disgusting but you didn't have any other food to swallow.

"I mean, I'm just a part of your imagination. And no, I won't pull that bullshit, I mean I died here for the same reason you're trapped. So why would I say that? I'm already dead and I can't do nothing else than sit here and watch you eat whatever shit pasta that is. Seriously, is that even edible?"

She countered, an annoyed yet bored look on her face as she placed her feet on the tiny table, the fabric of her boots making quite a loud sound as they hit the plastic surface of the table.