I'll escape back outside with my understudy (Pink Trigger)

The problem with this guest house is that, while it's very large in terms of accommodating visitors, it's not exactly ideal for my own purposes. There are too many prying eyes in there for me to do whatever I'd like. Instead, I'll use the generator as a lure... if I know where the outside generator is, there's about a 50% chance that Shannon will be the one to come fix it. The other 50% is Kanon. At the very least, that won't be a game-over condition either way. The other benefit, of course, is that once I'm away from the eyes of the island's inhabitants, it will be much easier to use my magic with only Gretel for company. I took her hand and led her back outside. Kumasawa might think it's strange the door opened, but no; for all she knew, it was just Kanon and Shannon heading outside the fix the generator.

Once outside, I reopened my umbrella, holding it between myself and Gretel, and also produced a magical pink lantern. Are you wondering if the magical light of this lantern hypnotizes women into being my horny slaves, doing my bidding without even realizing it? No; it just allows me to see shit. It's almost as dark out here as it is inside, thanks to the mother of all storms that engulfs Rokkenjima on October 4, 1986...

"It feels more like you're running away than hunting. What is it you're trying to get done in this story?"

Hm... Sometimes, you can't see the ending from so far back. You just have to keep sticking with it until the ending becomes clear. That's what I told her, but her words stuck with me more than she probably expected they would. I'd dragged Gretel inside my story to show her how wonderful it truly was... but I'm a bit like a shy prom date right now. I want to fully express my love, but I don't know how to take the next step. Even though I've just met Gretel, the witch told me all about her life, and I know that she deserves my love as much as any of these character... even if her coldness is a bit off-putting. Just then, I heard another voice, this one disembodied.

"Child of Man... Did I ever promise you I'd told you everything there is to know about Gretel? I may have omitted certain details, for her sake and yours."

Well, now's a fine time to tell me, you aggravating witch. This is an erotica... don't go saying things that might turn it into a mystery.

"Allow me to make it appetizing for you, then. I declare that if you can learn the truth of what I've declared, you'll love Gretel every bit as fully as you do the rest of the figures of the Rokkenjima incident."

Impossible... Impossible! I loved those characters so much I wrote an endless fiction about them, committed my soul to a witch, and then vowed to spend the rest of my days with them even at the cost of my eternal ****! Who could Gretel be to mean that much to me?! I remember clearly that I don't have a sister, if you're trying to play the amnesiac trick on me!

I heard the witch chuckling, but nothing further. Gretel was staring at me, not comprehending why my face was suddenly looking so aggravated. Suddenly, her eyes opened wider. "Is the Golden Witch the one you were planning to meet out here?"

No, Gretel. I explained to you a moment ago- wait, now I get it. You're saying that because a mass of golden butterflies is starting to form over by the generator. I see that now.

"Bingo, Mister Player!" I heard Beatrice's voice laugh, as the witch herself manifested in the guest house window next to me, smirking through the glass. Effortlessly, she stuck her head through the solid glass window without breaking it, while grinning into my face. Her bust extended through too, which was always nice to see. "I appreciate tricks, but tonight's a special night. Hitting generators with lightning bolts before I even give my calling card throws the whole thing into chaos! I appreciate chaos too, but you should try getting a title like 'witch' or 'wizard' before stomping on other people's preparations!"

Shit... I do love Beatrice, but if she's here and angry at me, it means her furniture isn't far behind. What can I do in order to escape?

"Running again...?" Gretel murmured from my side, lowering her eyebrows.

Don't think about it! Let's focus on survival for now and then I'll show you how this story ties to my love. You'll see it!