Notes: I had a dream... a special dream that cut off quite abruptly after I played Hetaoni for seven hours straight last night. This was the result of that dream. Make it as you will dear readers - does not matter to me~

They were entering the mansion again, they were there…again. I had tried so hard to stop them, to cease the pain and the bloodshed. But they always came back. It was a vicious cycle that I had to watch, was forced to watch, and was forced to repeat.

I thought perhaps in the beginning everything would be alright, that they would all make it out. But perhaps it just wasn't meant to be? They all got hurt in one way or another. It hurt to see it happen… every time it did; I slowly lost a piece of myself.

Everything had gone wrong because they had set foot into that mansion. It wasn't even supposed to happen; they weren't even supposed to be there in the first place. But something had gone wrong, and they had been placed into a deadly cycle that not even they realized it anymore.

They had forgotten…

But I didn't, I could never forget what had been lost each time they set foot through those doors. Though I did lose reason… because I refused to forget the pain I had lost something more dearly to me, I was sure.

I can't remember their names; I can't remember why I wanted to protect them, I can't even remember what we were all to each other, even now, the reasons were hazy at best. All I knew was that they were all very dear to me, even if I could no longer understand what they all meant to me; I just couldn't let them die.

Not in this place.

Sometimes I wish I could forget them though, sometimes I wish could forget more than just names and hazy reasons. It hurt too much… I wanted to reject it all. But I had to follow, I had to make sure – even one person was enough, wasn't it?

Even if I spend wasted years, wasted gain, even if all may seem lost – there had to be some hope... right? This couldn't just be it… could it?

They were wandering again, trying to see what special existence lay inside the mansion, to see what was so important about the mansion… they'd find out eventually and then… what then? Time would repeat and the war, as they say, is not over.

I wanted them to run, to turn back and get out. But it was like they couldn't hear me; they wouldn't even give me a second glance. They just kept wandering and they still made the same mistakes, always…the same…mistakes.

But it wasn't just their own, it was mine too. I just had to try harder; I had to get my voice heard… I –…

They're screaming already, they're bleeding already, they were falling already. This time line was worthless too.

It was getting harder to breathe the more I watched and it was getting harder to stand the more I fought. Perhaps it was all in vain… but I had to keep going, what else could I do? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I left them to rot in this hell.

They were – they…what were they to me?

"Are you born here and dying here?"

I had to protect them, they were… who were they?

"No matter how many times you flounder and oppose it, no one can escape."

Time, time was important but it hurt... everything hurt, these countless wounds I held as I tried to fight back, they were seeking to recall…

"…Even one…

…Is enough, isn't it?"