(Dark Era special!)

You often found your stuffs were cut off and scattered around the floor every morning. Plants, clothes, notes, and now—even your precious bracelet?!

At midnight, you did not sleep, only to catch the annoying culprit. Putting an 'important' note over your dining table as a bait, you hid yourself.

Snip! Snip! Snip!

Hearing the cutting sounds, you immediately popped out from your hiding spot, lunging towards it and finally locked it with your both hands! Wait ...

"Kyaaa!!! Forgive me, forgive me!"

Huh? What is this small thing? A fairy?