“I remember this,” Madoka says, voice hollow. “The nurse would play it. Before the ritual. She’d say, ‘Dance with the mask, and you’ll forget all pain.’ ”
The Lady of the Lunar Eclipse rises from the altar. She is beautiful and terrible—a woman in a white funeral kimono, her face a smooth, blank mask. In her hands, she holds the Mask of Memory : the sixth mask, Ruka’s mask. FATAL FRAME Mask of the Lunar Eclipse -NSP--US-...
She finds Madoka in the music room, staring at a phonograph. The needle spins on a blank disc, yet a melancholy piano waltz fills the air—the very song Ruka hums in her sleep. “I remember this,” Madoka says, voice hollow