As a sorcerer, I try to meet Beatrice in the Witch's Smoking Room...

As any good fan of the Rokkenjima mystery would do, I set out to meet Beatrice. Pursuing anything less than the Golden Witch herself would demonstrate a lack of ambition. Besides, I had the power of the Pink Trigger and my endless love on my side... I was prepared to meet her and finally get my hands on those juicy-

Huh?

That's strange. Would kind of story is this? I can see the elegant drapery and the windows which look upon the blackness of empty space... the tables stacked with sweets upon embroidered tableclothes... the large, high-backed cushioned chairs which witches seemed to prefer... There was even a chessboard with the pieces arranged, as if in preparation for a game.

But where is the witch herself? In fact... where are any of them? No Beatrice... no Ronove, or Virgilia, or any furniture either. Well, there's the furniture of the smoking room I just described. No demon furniture, I mean. Try to keep up.

Even without Beatrice anywhere... the darkness in this room feels oppressive.

I... must have started out this story wrong, somehow. Actually, yes, that's it. I meant to pick Beatrice, but didn't I mess that up somehow?

Just as I was about to choose a window to throw myself out of in an attempt to quickly end this, I heard a cackle from behind me.

"Kyahahaha!! You were looking for Beatrice, huuuh? Why don't you turn around? And then..."

Uh oh. I probably need to consider my next step carefully. Then again... if I screw up, this is probably a really fast way to choose my target again.