Chlomaki thought she had finally left behind the nightmares of Kumo-no-kuni, convinced she would never face its horrors again. But fate has a way of twisting expectations, and soon enough, her god Fumus found her, honoring an old promise. From that moment, her life spiraled into a relentless torment. Under Fumus' watch, Chlomaki endured nothing but malevolence and scorn. Though he referred to her as his "pet cat," she felt like nothing more than refuse, discarded and forgotten.

After yet another session of his torment, Fumus set down the glinting metal scissors, their blades slick with her blood, and slid them into the drawer of his nightstand. The bed beneath him was a grotesque tableau, stained and chaotic, a vivid testament to the unimaginable cruelty inflicted upon his once-vibrant victim. He reclined on the bloodied sheets, taking a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around him as if sharing in his indifference. His face, once twisted with delight, settled into a disdainful leer as he gazed blankly at the ceiling. One arm rested behind his head while the other languidly brought the cigarette to his lips, each puff accompanied by a weary air.

Chlomaki lay battered on the saturated bed, her body exhausted and her vision blurred. In the dim light, she focused on a single glimmer of hope—a window showcasing a stunning blue sky, adorned with fluffy clouds and vibrant rainbows. Their beauty taunted her, a cruel mockery of her suffering. There had always been something about rainbows that stirred disdain within her, and now, their cheerful colors only deepened her state of despair.

Fumus took another long drag from his cigarette, his cold, purple eyes fixed on Chlomaki's broken form. Contempt danced in his gaze as he scoffed and spoke, deliberately summoning her old name to further torment her. "So, Nadine, this is how you’ve spent your time?" he mocked, derision dripping from his tone. "Dabbling in witchcraft, are we? A feeble, wretched excuse for a witch, if I’ve ever seen one..."