Ding ding ding, dong dong dong, the cuckoo is singing
Ding ding ding, dong dong dong, clatter la la la, the flood opened the door.
Ding ding ding, dong dong dong, who fell to the ground?
Ding ding ding, dong dong dong, the wind chimes are dyed red...
In Arkham Asylum, Alice is writing her new novel. To be honest, she doesn't like her fellow patients very much.
Is it interesting to be caught again every time you escape? It made her not want to sleep. Is life meaningful after leaving the bed?
Although she has never met her fellow patients and only heard about it from others, at least she saw it on TV a long time ago.
Hush - this is a secret. Alice a long time ago was not from this world. But it doesn't seem to be important anymore?
Although Arkham is home to a large number of talents and various types of hermitages, it is a mental hospital after all, and there are ordinary patients there, right? Alice curled her lips and picked up the dark humanoid creature with a cat-eared mask in front of her with one hand.
·······Well, actually it's not ordinary at all.
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