It had been more than a week since Diane had lost consciousness and no one had been permitted to gain entrance into Dante's castle since then.
"Couldn't you show me a flashback or something?", her head tilted towards the surrounding whiteness which seemed to go on forever. "I can't suddenly remember", she slapped her forehead head in frustration.
Azarelle didn't reply.
"It should have already been hours since I've been here! I beg of you!".
"Hmmph", Azarelle's voice echoed in disdain. "It's been over a week... You might die of malnutrition soon",
"What?".
"Then I'll know you're not meant to sign my contract...". Were her last words before silence fell upon the air once more.
Diane realized that if she sat at the same spot any longer, she might actually die!
'I have to find a way out', she thought to herself before slowly getting up. Her legs were wobbly from sitting down for so long...
