December 4, 2052, your house. « How beautiful can obedience be? » As much as the stars in the night sky. Stars which Doumeki would like to see clearly again. But she can not even walk to a place that allows her to, she can only crawl. Her knees are broken, like her dreams, like her mind. Not only broken, but destroyed, and she will never be able to recover. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• In the darkness of your house, she looks like a worm crawling on the floor. One that still looks pretty... Like the woman you see on television: the weather presenter. Tomorrow's rain invades your mind, until everything is interrupted by that beautiful sound of something dragging on the floor. You turn to where it came from, and the silhouette becomes obvious: Doumeki, getting as close as she can to the couch.

— Good night, owner.

She said, when she was close enough and the bluish light of the television program illuminated her pretty face. Those blue eyes that were so penetrating before, now look down every time you look into them, in the most beautiful submission of all.