However, such shouting voice couldn't reach the outside, as if it was wrapped, infected and terminated by the death stench.
Twitch, twitch, Reimyu swung her lost braids (the roots of her braids, to be exact), and continued shouting.
But no one answered.
To begin with, no one lives on the river bank.
Even when there're any, there is no one who will rummage trash cans on purpose.
Reimyu shouted loudly towards the inlet which was giving a dazzling light and asked for help.
Princhessh Reimyu ish hereee!