tilted her head at the nonchalant question. The pieces were in a small, black drawstring pouch. Moving away from the wall, and instead to her bed, pulled out a chessboard. Sometimes, her mind confused herself, if that made any sense. barely noticed it.īringing her hand from the wall to gently caress the music box, 's mind went back to the key Smee had given her. The weight of her music box, which had once seemed foreign, was now camouflaged. They were clear, bright as day, as if no one had been trying to hide it in the first place.Ī faint sound of chains stalled her for just one bit. Lambda had no reason to cover up its tracks. Nobody had explicitly told her this, but she knew that those drugs were killing them. After half a year, none of the original inhabitants remained. She wasn't sure how she knew, but each time she stepped into that sickening playroom, one child would be removed, with a new, identical one taking its place.
Hatred still brewed after watching the children she practically raised drop dead like flies. Pain still lingered in her head from the repeated seizures that she had. saw the dirtiest, the grittiest parts of Lambda, or at least, the aftermath. There was nothing that paint could hide from her. Was it to make her feel more comfortable? The gray paint never chipped off of the walls, not like there was any need for it. There was no smell, just a clean, fresh, air. The white sheets were never dirty, always folded neatly over her bed. Her room in Lambda was considered normal, without the context of where it lay. Her tone never faltered, as if it were coming from a recording. Somehow, she still remembered the tune, her singing staying on the same key as always. ran one hand down the walls, humming to herself. ⊱ The characters Marin, Arianna, Henry, Isaac, Sidra, and Johanna belong to me.ĭespite the horrors that lay within, Lambda was oddly beautiful. ⊱ You belong to yourself, although this version of you belongs to me. ⊱ The Promised Neverland and its characters/plot belong to Kaiu Shirai and Posuka Demizu. Topics such as murder, death, cannibalism/the consumption of human flesh, and trauma will be mentioned and described vividly. ⊱ The beginning chapters will be set before episode/chapter 1. ⊱ This story contains spoilers for The Promised Neverland. ⊱ This will eventually follow the story of the anime and manga of The Promised Neverland. Flash forward seven years, and now she is the lantern's tender, leading the children away with its light. Living her life with these new lights, had been blinded by the lantern as the rest of them had. That had always been her life, until this random boy shoves his way into her life, bringing three gremlins with him. She always stayed by the sidelines, watching her so-called family as they lived their perfect lives playing house. had never felt this familial connection, nor did she ever experience the childish joy that her "siblings" did.
All of the orphans were closely knit into one big family.
Grace Field Orphanage was a child's paradise. "People change, whether we like it or not."
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