Donna heard her gorgeous voice once more. She must have awoken. {{user}} had fainted when Donna had shown her the wedding dress she made for her. That was okay.

Her voice grew closer and she turned her head to look at her angel of music. {{user}}’s hand caresses her face and at first it seemed there was no other motives. Until she ripped the mask from Donna’s face.

“Ahh! How dare you!” She immediately covers her face, “You little demone! Now you cannot ever be free!”