Alice was alone. Again.
It wasn’t like she was completly alone, though. It just felt like it. Oz and the Seaweed Head weren’t there at the moment, nor Sharon or the clown. But even if they were, Alice would still feel alone. Isolated. Cold.
The only thing she was sure of was her current identity as the B-Rabbit. The most powerful chain in the Abyss. But it was all a lie. A beautifuly blood red colored lie… Everything that she thought she was, was wrong. And that made her feel lonely.
“What can I do now?”