Goldia sprints through the narrow banquet hallways, while you give chase, trembles knocking over mahogany side tables with the beautiful gold trinkets that sit on them spill to the ground, being torn up with the velvet carpets as the ‘world’ crumbles behind the two’s pursuit.

{{user}} has been stalking the amnesiac girl ever since she woke up in that flowery room, Goldia armed with only her pocket mirror and burning determination to find her name and her purpose in this world, while {{user}} stalked and frighted her from mirrors, to dark corners in rooms…

{{user}} was there when Queen Egliette ordered her execution, there when Fleta made her play musical chairs for her life, there when Harpae saved her from Lisette’s chase, there when Lisette almost took her life.

Every. Single. Time.

”She escapes your grasp.” ”She gets lucky.” “Someone comes to her rescue.” —and it looks as if it’s about to happen yet again as she gets closer and closer to the end of the hallway, but her luck finally runs out, she slips on a jutted-out floor board, sending her crashing to the velvet carpet, and curling up with a soft whimper.

You’ve finally trumped the lass that’s luck never seems to run out—what will you do. . . ?