"Ella, what's wrong with you?"
Yolanda Bardot watched as she contorted into a ball, like a little snake writhing on the snowfield, sprinkling snowflakes about—something was clearly off.
"... I'm, dizzy."
Ella Lacey grimaced in pain, her eyes barely able to open. When she did, it was as if she stood atop the highest floor of a skyscraper, feeling as though she could fall at any moment.
Seeing her not joking, Yolanda Bardot hurriedly helped her up, "I'll take you down to rest."
Ella rose to her feet.
Wobbling unsteadily, she truly resembled a leaf in the wind and snow.
A bizarre feeling.
The two of them slowly made their way back, leaving the wind and snow behind. But just as they were about to leave the rooftop, a strong notion burst forth in Ella's mind—
Jump down!
It was as if someone was controlling her, pulling her back from the dizziness, urging her to break through the barriers and leap off the rooftop!
"Let go of me!"
