Above the wet floor, in something like of a forgotten dream, the girl with brown hair is still
kneeling in front of the stone that holds the cocoon, dirty and cracked.
She doesn't have the courage to speak to the voice, afraid that anything she would say to her, she
would get a sad answer.
Or probably she wouldn't get any response.
There is no longer any difference between her particular dreams, no longer able to understand
anyone. Just remember the last dream with the first Vongola family, where an angry G called a
woman with her same name. Perhaps she had imagined it, or maybe not.
She's not caring about it.
She keeps observing the cocoon, but at the same time sad. What would happen soon?