Dlanor... (Pink Trigger's Power >1999)

My eyes fell on Dlanor again. That silent observer... I couldn't remember the last time I'd heard her voice speak anything other than the inquisitor's execution sentence. She'd been watching silently, except to sentence me to **** whenever I made a stupid mistake in my story. Her eyes watched me without passion.

Watching those eyes made me realize... I wasn't the only one who'd given up, wallowing in my own uselessness in this story. Dlanor was being abused as Erika's tool as well. In fact, I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen Erika look at her. She was an even more useless piece than me in this story. After all, this wasn't even a game any more... it was a **** masturbation party for Erika.

I felt empathy for Dlanor... no, not just empathy. I remembered my love for her. Such a beautiful and powerful piece... to think that Erika doesn't see the value in you. No, not just that. To think I abandoned you! What a fool I've been!

Before we begin the next game, Erika... I want to talk to Dlanor in private.

"In private, huh? Is this one of your ero ero things? I haven't seen you do one of those in a while."

My mind was racing. Yes, Erika... Yes, this is one of those ero ero things! I couldn't tell her that, but it was!

Dlanor! Please, hear me out!

"I have no OBJECTION," the lady agreed with a brief nod. Ah...!

"Well, I'll leave you two alone. Why don't you get some mystery tips from her? I said you'd gotten better, but the truth is, you still suck. There's a lot more you need to learn if you want to be an elite mystery author," Erika giggled. You damn troll... when did I ever say I wanted to be an elite mystery author!? As I cursed her internally, Erika vanished from the smoking room.

"Mister Player, you have my EAR. Were you hoping to receive mystery tips... or hoping to find a way to avoid your ****?" Dlanor questioned, her voice curious, but with her face unchanging.

Ah, Dlanor. My **** cannot be avoided and I couldn't care less about building better mysteries for Erika. But you can help me all the same. You might think we're enemies, but the truth is, we both want to save this game board, don't we? This kind of cruel stalemate, on and on, for the end of time... You can help me end it! This is a game without love!

"I admit that this game does not have LOVE," Dlanor agreed. My heart skipped and I felt myself rise from my chair; I wanted to run over and hug her. "... But your game has too much LOVE." I fell on my face.

Ah... Well... Just hear me out, like I said, Dlanor! What I need from you is...!