Chapter 2-1: Little Bit of Sunshine Before the Storm
Beta Read by: Lupus Overkill
There are no more dreams to be had during that sleep. Perhaps my brain is too tired and confused to even make random images correctly.
What is strange, however, is that when I wake up, I realize I am still in the hallway that Saitou died in, but not in the secret room. I am also laying on a strangely comfortable air mattress fitted with a warm blanket and fluffy pillows.
I almost have the urge to continue sleeping, but that is not wise. Not only can I be easily attacked in this place, considering somebody literally just died here, but this treatment could be considered suspicious. Only Mononeko could have done this, or whoever originally placed me here before. There is a chance that the Master is in the Killing Game, but she is not the type of person to just wait around in the shadows, unless she has a clear reason. Considering she named herself 'the Master' of all things, it would be easy for anybody to guess that she likes attention.
Slowly getting up, I also realize I am back in my normal clothes. It is best not to think about how that could have happened. Giving myself a couple more seconds to wake up, I then notice that there is something around my neck that was not there before.
Reaching to my neck, I immediately feel that I have been collared. That is not a good sign. Maybe this is part of the punishment of figuring out the game is set in the Neo World Program. This could be a Forbidden Action so it is best to find a mirror as soon as possible. It would not be pleasant to make it this far in life and be taken out because I do something like cursing.
Quickly getting off the air mattress, I decide to leave everything there. After all, I don't know where to put any of this stuff back, and, if Mononeko can help force us to kill each other, then she can definitely put a bed back. The best place to look for a mirror right now is the maze...labyrinth...whatever it is. I don't know if the others are awake, and I would hate to become more suspicious because I don't know what's on this collar.
Reaching the labyrinth, I realize that the chandelier has been replaced and is much bigger than before. Not to mention much more disturbing. It now reminds me of the stories of a chariot ring of fire ,with there being flames encased in glass instead of the usual light bulb. Or maybe a better way to describe it is a wheel…of fire. A giant circle of fire. Just a lot of fire. This has to be a hazard.
There are twenty candles even though there are twenty-one cases. In the last case, however, there is no candle or light, only the corpse of Emilynn McKay. She is positioned upside down on a cross with a crown of thorns that produces no blood. Somehow, Emilynn's body has not rotted at all, although all of her wounds remain and her skin is now a sickly grey.
This must be here to shake our morale. This only means that even the people the least used to dead bodies will become accustomed to them after some time. Anybody who does not start embracing the smell of blood is a naïve coward or a stupid fool.
There does not seem to be anybody else in this area. In the rare moment of solitude, I search for a mirror or some other type of reflexive surface. This maze of junk has to have at least one of them around here. Perhaps I can use this time to familiarize myself more with the surroundings. No matter how morbid it is, the positioning of Emilynn's body can help with figuring out the layout of this maze. I wonder how Emilynn would feel about being turned into the most grotesque version of Polaris.
Walking alone in the silence, with only my thoughts to keep me company, I analyze all the shelves. It makes sense we're in the Neo World Program since I do not believe that shelves this cheap and weak can usually hold things like twenty bowling balls with a random chainsaw cutting five of them in half. Maybe this is a place where they test out their code? It would help explain why nothing here makes sense.
It takes me about ten minutes to find anything even remotely resembling a mirror. A music box made out of a very reflexive sliver. A part of me desires to open it, but I do not know what type of traps are rigged inside. Who knows what else Etsuko made a death trap during her time alone here? For people that are desperate and convinced themselves of their moral righteousness, nothing is off the table. Never thought Etsuko would be the type of person to be struck with a sense of righteousness, but her hubris caused the death of one of the only things in this world she holds dear.
Saving people is a fruitless endeavor, and will only cause the downfall of those you hold dear. That's a lesson that my true father taught me. The only person worth saving in this world is a person you can guarantee will live without a doubt. Even somebody like my true father can't escape the end that meets us all: death.
Using the surface of the music box, however, I notice that the collar around my neck is a simple one with seemingly nothing off about it (other than the fact that it exists in the first place).
"You know you can open that," somebody says. I turn around to see Choumi, who has the same collar as me. Where did she come from?
"Do you really want to test it? Mononeko could've easily set it to explode or something," I answer.
"Of course you're the type of person to hide your cowardice with thinly veiled excuses. Mononeko wouldn't want to kill us randomly, and she probably made sure to rid this place of possible traps from the last chapter. Even somebody like me can figure that out. These sadists enjoy us suffering and desire to break us from their motives. If the motives don't cause the kill, they don't see a purpose to it. It's just another act of senseless violence, nothing dealing with their all so wonderful despair," Choumi explains.
I hate to admit that Choumi has a good point.
Slowly, I pick up the music box, because I desire to listen to the music inside. Instead of spending any more time with me, Choumi leaves. Only once Choumi is gone do I remember that I should've asked what she was doing here. Considering Choumi though, she would be invasive and answer with a rude and defensive remark, then demand to know what I am doing here. Then she would listen to my answer and twist it some way to fit into her grand conspiracy theories.
That encounter is good for one thing, though, the confirmation that this collar is not unique to me. Even if it's for some reason only being on Choumi and I, I can depend on Choumi's skills of talking herself out of situations and surprisingly being logical at times. This is not the time to fully think through this, however, since I still need to analyze the contents of the music box.
Grounding myself back into reality, I notice after wiping some dust off that the texture of the music box is...silky smooth? I may know that this is a computer program now, but even this is breaking my suspension of disbelief. I try to find a way to open up the box, only to find a small button on the bottom of it. I press it gently, but it does not do anything. Pressing it harder, the lid finally opens.
Inside is the same material but there is a small figure of two people dancing, a man and a woman. There are only garbled words that can be heard instead of the usual music, which, quite honestly, is very disappointing. It is almost like a radio show from the early 1900s.
Weakness.
Love.
There is strength in love, weakness in love.
Obsession.
But there's no obsession.
The queen must reign.
Whoever threatens her reign must go.
All hail the queen.
No matter how kind, how smart, how brave, everybody meets the same fate facing the queen.
Even those who are loyal to her.
Those words remind me too much of the past, even though I know that it was only a coincidence I found such a thing. Or is it? I hardly know how the Neo World Program worked in the first game it was used in, and technology has...somewhat developed since then...but that's putting it nicely.
"Are you sure that we can't go over to your house?" Yoshi pouts...wait, pouted.
Are these really flashbacks, or is the Neo World Program making my memories into present day reality? Are they trying to win me over with promises of the dead, or is this just another way to torment me? Even if people come back to life in the form of the Neo World Program, it would not be them, only the twisted version of them made of our own memories. We never know the true person. After all, every kindness is just a lie to satiate one's overblown ego.
Is the current game even happening in the present, or is it just memories or data? Or are we even real people? Is the world real? Is everything just a simulation? Does death even exist, or do we just go into another game? Why would death even matter at this point if we aren't even real people? Everything about the history of this world could just be another line of code. Perhaps only the Master is real and we really are all her puppets in this twisted game. Can there even really be logic if everything about the world can be changed with a single snap of a finger?
"Shiro, are you even listening, or are you going on with your Shiro inner monologues again? Don't compare me to Alice again and accidentally say it out loud if you do! For the last time, I should be the Mad Hatter! I guess that makes Eimu the March Hare and you...you can be the mouse!" Yoshi just loved hearing herself talk.
"Yes, Yoshi," the past me, or perhaps the present me, responded.
"I've got an idea! We could sneak in!" Yoshi exclaims cheerfully and Eimu nods their head. Wait...no, this is past tense.
"Eimu...you traitor..." Past me whined.
"We'll just sneak right in and just sneak right out! If we get caught, you can just stay in our commune!" Yoshi smirked. Eimu's expression was still flat with them too focused with whatever book they were reading now.
"You can't just do that!" I warned Yoshi.
"Of course we can! We'll even get Karin in. She's gonna be the Ultimate Escape Artist one day, I promise you that. She's just busy with one of those Kotori experiments now. What was it again? Oh yeah, Personality Experiment #045. Turns out I need to do more research on Kotori to figure out what all the others were," Yoshi rambled.
"Can't she just escape if she's an Escape Artist?" I glared at Yoshi.
"She has somebody to protect in there, so she won't. Even though that's stupid, I admire the effort. Sorry to say, everybody, but I think we'd rather live than die for each other here." Yoshi looked off into the distance.
It took me just long to realize that we were just in the void.
There is a lack of anything except for the major characters. Is it because I don't recall the environment? The Neo World Program has nothing to put into its code so it's just a void. Are the Despairs replaying my memories to try to get information on Yoshi and Eimu? That wouldn't make sense; they're already dead.
"Hm, let's do something fun then. I'll go sneaking into the Amari residence while Eimu and you get to do something fun together!" Yoshi smiled.
"Yoshi, what are you planning?"
"Fun things!" Yoshi said. "Plus, I need to meet up with your mom and get permission for you to start staying over! Let's be real, Einosuke won't give us permission! But your mom can-"
"Don't try with my mom-"
"Trust me, everything's fine-"
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̵̬̲̣͕̻̜͓̺̩͈̤̱̀̌͋̐̓̽̏́̆̕͝"̸̨͖͚͖̳̩̻̮̝̪̪͋̃̋̇́̿͘̚͠B̶͍̙̱͔̙͕̪̖̤̣͕̘̯̺̲͑̉̎̓͂̽̋̈̄͑̂̈̚͝͠e̸̛͎̾̐͛̔̀̉̊̃́̈́̅̕c̷̝̗̓̄̐͂͒̈́̉̂̊̊̓͌͑ă̶̡̯̟̜̻̟͕̦̹̈́̓͌̑́̍͂̒̄͗̈̓̊͝ư̴̡̻̣̦͇̫͖̭̔͐̽̊̂̍̀̇́͌̽͠s̸̢̹͎̺̖̻̄͊̓̚ē̸͕͖͉̹̣͝?̶̤͉̺̝̓́̾̅͐͒̆̃̋̎̃̈́̏̕͝ ̵͓̾̆͊̈́͐̿E̵̢̡̹̫̝̯̰̙̻͊̀̅́̾́ͅį̴̢̢̦̹̻͈̪͔͔̌̊̇̋̈͝n̶̻̹̳̟̤̮̠̖̜̳̞̠̰͚͖̄̀o̴̢̫͇̼̠̺̰̠̣̹̙̺͐̉͋̂͜s̵̛͎̐̊͑͝͠ư̸͉̝̣̈̽̓͗̒̿͑̓̐k̶̢̜͖͊̍̔̓̍̄͐̆̊̐ē̶̩͚̙̰̠͔̦̟͈̥̠̱̺̺̎̂͒̒͌̑̄͜'̷͙̯͉̰̩̦͚̟̗͎̞͎̏̋̇͗̉̐͋͘̚͝͠͝š̸̡̢̰̠̼͔͉͈̮̺̀ ̸̨̳̼̻̫͓̲̺̤̦́͑͐ä̴͇̞͎͙̑̓̑́̆͘͘͘͝ͅ ̶̨̹̤̼̲̰̮̼̮̠̾̿̿̈́̋̾̽͆̒͑̕͜ḑ̸̢̰̞̩͍̦̭̯͙̬̥̒̆̓̽̑̏̽̆̋͋̈́ï̵̢͓̤̮̬̺̦͓͖̳̊̀͜͝c̴̭̺̩͈͖̹̑̍̔̀̏͂̇̄̇̚̕͘͝k̴̨̞̪̳͚͙͈̝͎̒̅̈͊̍̃̾̀͜͠?̸̡̭͚͔͙̣͕̖̭̈́"̶̬̤̘̬̥̐̄
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̶̢̯̠̭̖̹̮̬͎̿́͆̉̒̄̈́̕"̴̼͎̲͍͈̇̓̈́̓̍̀̄̐̔̆̆̈͗̽͠W̷̧͈̮̻̯̞̙̘̗̽̂̎̆͑͘e̸̙̬͔͇̼̪͎̙̫̎͐̏͜͜ļ̷̡̨͙̭̪̥̺͈̘͖̠͙̅̎͐̈́̍̇̀̅̔̎̄̈́͘l̶̛̟̣̺̭̯͇͖̓̋̏͗̄̀̂̽͌̂̉̾̚,̴̨̼͙͚͈͈͆̈́̂̀ͅ ̷̨̲͓͎͕̪̎̒̇̋͆̂͘͜͝͝ͅb̷̛̫̲̳̘̪̗̯̍̄̅̏͒̍̆̍̑̈́̆͘͠͠e̴̡̪̜̱̥̤̭̬̺̅f̴̢̡͙̬͇͉͕̰̽̃͑̒̑̑̂̐̇̆͝͝ǫ̶̟̦̤̥̩̭͓̞͍̯͐̐̔̏́͆̑̆̕͠ŗ̵̢̲̣̘̦̠̏̏̈̄ȇ̶̡̦̣̦̝̀̂͗̒́̒́͘ ̷̡̯̬̲͈͇̥̒̈̈̉̓͛̚͝͝t̶̻̱̞̤͉̒̍̃h̴̨̧͓͕͕̺̬̱̬̜͕̦̥̗͚̍̋̂͛̆̅̉̕e̶͔̭̦̖̪̯͇̝̼̎̇̓̂̀̾̽́̿̈́̈͘͠ͅn̸̛̤̫̱̣̣̱̝̼̦̘̯̹̅̍̑́͐̒̆͐͗͛͂̀̕̚,̴̡̧̛̛̟̯͙̬̜̩̘̙̹̟̖͇͊͒̀̇͠͝ ̵̧̡̱̟̤̻̓́͑̎́̊̌̅̍̽̈́͛̚̕͝Į̷͈͍͉̻̭̒̽̿̈́̅̅͊͂̈́̓̓͜͝ ̴̡̹̮̬̣̠̙̬͍̤̲̞̎̐̓̕ͅs̵̪͙̰͐̾̄̋̌̄̒̓͒̾̀̒̚̕ḫ̷͉͓̖̗̙̈͋̊̉̈̃̊̃ơ̷̡̱͚̪̲̣̙̯̩̗͚̖̪̙̑̋͒̈́͗͒͐̄̃ṷ̸̦̳̝͉̬̟̜͖̈̔̋̌̆̌̽̅̀͜͠l̶̥̜̭̂̅d̸͎͖̜̤͓̻͇͈̺̝̒̂̊̈́̈́̒̾̚̕ ̷̞̦̞͛́͝ͅi̴̡̙͈͎͎̰̓͋̀̅̈́̓̈́̎͐̑̈́̓͐̚͝ǹ̸̹͚̦̖̰͎͉̐̊̈́͒̾̈́̌̃̇̂̏t̴̨̻̫͍̚r̴̡͕̗̠̜̳̪̙̣̞͊̇̊̃̃̍́͛̂̉̕͜ͅó̷̮̬̜̪̳͎̹̪̀̄͌̀̇̎͋̊̉̋͝͝d̵̨̧͓͈͇͈̗̮̠̙̱̜̭͑̊̓̔͊͠ͅͅu̸̦̪͈̭̒̆̍̒̌̈́̋̔͑̈́̓c̶̢̡̙̥̮̯̣̹̰̤̠̯̦̻̘̓͋͂͒̇̑̌̿̅̿̋͘̕ẹ̷̱̜̣̠̘̟̟̤̖̯̻͉̌̄̀̌̓̈́̓̓̀͑͌͛̽̈́ ̴̨̝̩̞̙̰͕͇͎͕́̋̈́̐̈́͝ͅm̸̛͈͕͚͎͙̖̘͚̞̲̥͔̘̐̓̌̆̓̆́̚͝͠ỹ̶̯͓͔̻̗͍͇̮̥̹̭̚ͅs̴̡̧͖͚̥͖̼͇̝̦͕̜͎͙̊͗͛͗̀͑̑̊̕ę̴̨̱̩͔̅̂̈͜ḽ̷̡̡̛̺̼͚̳̮̰̰͉̰͚̐̆̐̈́̋̆̒͆̐͂͛̚͜͜͝͝f̷̗͕͈̈́̔̈̎̐͌.̶̧̨̢̝͍̉͆͌̐͠ ̴̢͔̘͚̮̰̼̮̩͎̣̈́̿̎̌͒̑̈͑͘͜͠I̴̙̰̺̥͛̀̿'̵̧̰̰̤̯̬̜̑̃̏͆̋̉̾̅͝ṃ̵̛͎̰̳̱̦̮̓ ̷̺͓̩͚̭̤̼͔̥͚̠̥̯̾̅͑̊̚S̷̛̮͍̖͕̥̗̝̯͚̻͇̞͌̃̀͝ͅḩ̸̧̲̪͉̣͙̱̘͎̂͊̌̊̑̾͒̌̅̾̽̚̚͠i̸̢̛̠̯͌̑͑̿̆r̸̙̫̝̣̅͆͌͑̍̒̅̚ơ̵̧̟̺̻̲͈̞̱̰̗̺͌̋̒͑̄̀͌̓̿̍̑̚͝ ̷̡̩̙̉̄̍̂̃̏̒̈́͌̆́̀͂͒͘A̸̢̧̧̙̳͈̙͓̗̙̦̳̻͙͎͒̃̓̓̐̊̍͝͝ḿ̵̤̱͎̘̹͍̻͍͔̈͊̎ã̸̛̹̺̼͈̠͑̍̈́̓̎̇́͛͐̾̇͝ͅȓ̶͕̪̼͎̗͚͇̞̹̩͗͐̂̋̊̌͆͂̏̑͠i̵̱̻̞̮̽̑͐̏͊̒̾̊͐̈́͐̚͠,̵̧̧̧͔̪̲͉͚̩̤͊̆͋̆̽̕ ̷̬͐́͒̾̑̋̎̋̈͘͘͝t̸̐͂̌͗̊͠͝ͅh̸͇͇̀̎̈́͂̂̑̔͛̀͠ę̸̀͆̎͛́͌̂ ̸̨̠͔̥͍̞̖͕̮͚̍̀̇͂͊̊͑̋̌̚͘ͅU̶̧̧̥͎͎̭̜̟̟̦͚̩̖̙̱͂͂́̍̽l̸̨̗̼̠̪̭̼̗̯̥̍̔͋͒͆̎̅͐̆͒̈̕͜͝t̶̢͉̳̝͆͒͂̌͒i̶̮̜͌̊̂̋͊͘͝͝͠͝m̸̢̛̮͖̬̯̫̑̑̀͂͒̃͛̍̈̍̀a̵͙̣̲̩͓̹̅͂t̵̞̗͇̹͇̗̤̼̥̩͖̖̮͙̥̃́͊ę̴̡̥͕̺̹̬̬͉̟̻͕̇̃ ̴̨̘̗͖̮̰͖́͐͊̒̐̄C̷͈̰͋̎̅̐̈͋͘o̷̡̞̣̙̟̥̙̜̯͎̖̻͚̣̪̓̍̏̓͑̐̊̈́̎̔̒̿̕͝͠m̴̡̡̨̡̫͕̠̼͎̮̣̟͍͕͒͂̌̐̔́̊͑̏̓̑̿̽͗͜͝p̶̡̨͈͇̋ǫ̴̻͍̩̮͔͙̱̮͉̮͙̖̻̾̊̈́ͅś̸͉͎̯̜̭͍͎͖̂͑̐͛̀̃͠͠ĕ̴̲͇̜̝̏ȑ̶̯̫͔̻͇̹̤̜͔͈̤̝̃̃̿ͅ.̶̧͉̫̥̟̲͔͇͍̭̼͍͍̣̿͒̆̎̂̆̊͒́̅̚̚͝"̸̡̨̡̦̩̜͙͓̲͍̱̻̱͎̆͆̈́̈́͛͛͌͗͗̊ͅ
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̴̡͔̘̭͚̙̫̟̰̪̪͙̜̜͎͂͗͝"̷̖̘̱̭͓͎͍͙̂̎̅͑̎́̈́́̅͆͋̈͗͜ͅ.̵̠͋̒̓̆̍̉͌̌͗̐͒̍.̸̢͖̼̤̻̙̦̟͇̙̝̞͈͚͍́͆̀̒͂̿̅͂̋.̵̣̦̟̮̪̫̺̘̬̻͙͒͑̀̓̒̂̿͂̉̚Ś̷̻͖̑͌̎̌̊͒͂̚̚h̶̨͖̝͇̰̞̹̆i̵̧͔͍̰̝̠͙̰̓́̊̊̈́̓͛̑̎́͐̋͊̕͝r̵̥̱̬̖̭̃̀̄͠o̵̖̬̣͎̲̦̍͆̀̀̽̒̿̄͆̑̕͘͠.̵̡̛̞̜̭͔̟̀̈͋̐͂͛͗̔̏̾̕̚͝ͅ.̴̢̘͚̗̼̩͈͑̆̋͂̉̕̚͝͝͝.̴͈̝͇͚͎̱͚̯͓̒̃̐̈̐̓͑͛͠͝.̴̡̻̦̯̭͔̲̎̋͂̌͜͝Ä̷͎̭͈̦̜̓̑͑͗m̸̖͈͚͖̖̝̱̹̓a̵̢̛̻̪̬̮͓̤̞͇̺͂̂̇̉͂̍̒̀̉̃͘͘͝ͅr̵̰͉̟̈́̂̌͂̈́̈̆̌̋̿͛̀͘͝͠ï̵̧͓̬̟̭̺̞̜̘̣̠̜̂͛͛͊́́̀͑̀͑̉̕͠?̷̬͛͒̀ ̶̛̠̙̥̒̓̅͆̂T̸͔͓͔̭͐̑̈́̆͒̈́̈͊̕u̴̱̫̻̤̥͖̅̒̾̈́̇͊́ŗ̵̨͕͓̣̫̙̩͚̈́̋͐̄̏̃͌̆͘ņ̷̛̮̫̪̟̒̂̆̄̂̒̈́̊͋̇̚̕͠s̶̛̛̞͇̰̠̗͔̦͑̀̍̿͑́͠͠ ̸͉̼͈͙̖̱̘͋̋͊͗̈́͊́̆͆̽̕͠ṏ̷̢̜̝̙̮̱̮̯̥̗͚́̃̎̒̐̔͜͝ữ̸̱͓̟̹̣̭͙͓͇̟̗͔̲́̌̇͒̀̄͗̚t̷̜͈̮͍̤̹͖͈͖̬͍̐̓̂͂̉͋̌͌̀̈́̐̉̅ ̶̫̬͚̪̪̃̅̃̀́͋͑̏̑͠͝͝͠͝t̵̯̱͖̞̹͚͚̦̮͓̦̺̊̄͊̐̈́̏͗͊̌́́̏͘ḣ̶̲̱̗͖̪̼͇͎͔͈͍͍̯̔̌̈́̆͜͜ĩ̸̧̧̛̤͓̦̱̱͇͎̻̥̭͓̕ṋ̸̡̨̛̭̳͓̪̜̬̜̇́̒͒͆̉͑͝ͅǵ̴̢̛͓͍̈̓́͘͠s̸̨̨̜͑̀͊̈́̈͌͊̀͛͗̐̈͝͠ ̷̞̬̫́̽̃͆̎̋a̸̛͙̲̭̞̓͋͘͜r̷͎͖͎̘̟̼̦͚̒̃̉̑̀́̓̂̓̀͑͐͜͠ȩ̵͍͖̗̙̥̦͈̦̰̪̱͇̋́̄͒̌̈́̍͂̈́̄ͅ ̴͖̜̣̭͙̘̹̖́̎̆̾̐m̷̨̢̻̜͇̬̼̙̗̱̪̙̐̒͌́͛̐͝͝ͅo̴̖͖̹̭͕̱͎̱̥̐̈͗͆̒͘̚ͅr̸̜͓̻͙̻̦͇͙̘̭̽́̀́͂́̈́̽͂̏̊̇͘͝ę̵̢͖͈͔͚̩̦͈̰͉͇̽̓̊͌̈͂͗̍̚ ̶̡̨̢͚̭̤͇͉̺͚̼̔̐͗̌͛́̐̽̿̀͋̊͝i̸̥̬͍͈̜͉̙̪̝̮̪͔̋n̷̛̳̦̲̲͔̓̍̅̍̄̈́̽̄̚t̶̛̺̩̫͖̳͉͚̺̼͓͗̀̀̑͌̆̂̋̄̊̌̂͘͜ẻ̶̢̗̠͎̣̥̲̞͔̮̬̫̓͒r̵̢̛̪̞͈̮̣͇̳͔̞̦̫̥̞̜̍̎͗̊̿͗͐̈́͊̍ȩ̶̛̣̘̻̰̈́̓͌͒̊͑̐̾̓̚̕̕͜͝ͅs̷͚͙̞̬̓͗̔ť̶̛͔͔̤͈̓͊̔̽̓̋̈́̑͗̊͌̆̕͜ͅî̷̛̠͎̞͈̣̫̈͆͐̅̄̇̀̚͝ņ̷̝̪̪̥̞̙̇̓͌̑̇̃́̇̀͛̓̉̋͠ĝ̶͈̼̞̳͔̬̤͋̐̒̿͂ ̷̡̫̞̦̮̣̹̹̘̯̤̫̟̎̽̔͆̄̈́̅͑͜͝t̶͔́h̶̡̨̛̦͓̫͚̑̔̌a̶̡̗̥̬̤͈̹̰͙̮̥͗̏͜ͅn̶͖͖͇̫̗̜̼̟̟͖͒͑́͊̅͛̏ ̵͍̹͓̂̂͋͐̓͛̓͂͛̍̈́͜ͅĮ̸̗͍̳̭̙̻͚͎̻̫̈́̅̐͆͗̂ ̸͖̟̦̬͓̥̗͖̘̗̂͆̅͑̍̀̀́̉̚͠ͅo̶̡̢̡̧͍͍͈̘͈̟̝̯̣̹͋͊̌̐̈r̷̪̒̕i̶̧̛͖̺̠̳̯͉͈͎͗͌͗̽̐͊̑̄́͒̀̾͜ͅͅg̷̱̰͙͚̜̣̹͇̜̠͂̇́͝ī̶̘̭͉̺̙͕̘̖̰̠͚̻͌̾̿̋̃͆̈́̍̂́̚͝n̷͔̬̜͚̩̪̙̺̼͉̖̺̲̒̅̄̽̕͘͝ą̵̣͕͇̅͐͋͋̃̆͛͗̉͆͝ļ̶͕͙͋̉͌͊̔͆̂ļ̷̨̘͎̹̊̀͐̾̌͂̿̚͜͠y̶̡̢̛͙̱̩̤̝̳̫̟͓̙̩͌̉̃͑̃͌͂̒̚͝ͅ ̸̣̩̰̠̜͉̬̮̿́̑͗ţ̵̟̓̀h̷̨̧̛͚͕̹̣̦̺̬͈̣̦̺̜̒̑͌̅̿̓̍̈͝o̵̦̎̀̄̓̒̈́̌̐̅̄̆͠͠͝u̶̢̢̺͇̻͕̬̗̻͎͓͎̮͑̍͂̒̿̈̄̓ͅǵ̸̨̡̰̙̱͉̦͓̾͒̈́̅ḩ̶̛̱͙̻̜̳͙͚̟͎͔̥͓͕̩͂̈͆̽̔͛t̷̨̧̙͚̝̘̪̙̦̮̗̦͎̞̂̓̈͠~̸̼̝͕̬̩͒͂̂̈́̔̔͒̕͝ ̸̜͖͍͇̫́̈́̓̋̔͆̅͗̒́̔͘͝S̵̳͚͍̹̗̰̈́́̈́̇͆͐͘ą̴̨̛̰̩̣̙͇̯̙̫̻͙̠̪̏̽͂̑͋̔̈̋̕͠ͅy̴̢̨̛̛̛̥̼͚̮͚͕̰̮̞̟͈̜̞͒̄́͠,̶̦̱͖̝͍͉̙̎̊̎ͅ ̴̛͙̣̟͗͊͆̔̾̈́̿̚ç̸̧̧̳̦̭̜̹̜̮̫̘̙̮̲̈́͂͊̔͋͒̽̂̿̋͆̀͠͝͝ã̴̬̦̻͋͑̿̐͝ṉ̷̻̽̍̉̔̓̐̆͛̄͝ ̵̜̯͙̖͓͓̀̏͋̌̐̈́̆̓̿̉̇̽̈́͠ý̸̡̟͈̹̳̥̤̮̰͉͇͔̰̿͛̀ǫ̷̧̛̗̭̥̲̪͔̺͚̫͕̭͌̍͂ù̸̠̬͖̺̥̼̪͖̘̌͋ ̶̧̭͔̱̲̳̥͍̗͑̆́̊̈̓̄t̷̡͔̟̺̗̥͔̣̥̍̉̐̎̀̂̄̕͜ͅê̸͍̩̺͓̳͓̘͔͙̪̟̯̟̻̔̑͌̎̏̊́͌́̿͝ͅļ̸̟͇̝̲̫̥̣͚̪̖͔̰̪̖́͌̐͆́̏̏̓̾̎̓͛̔͘͝ḽ̸̢̻͐̉͑̂̇̓̿̅͋͑̕̕͝͠ ̵̡̛̞̻̘̩̭̱̜́̾͑ͅm̸̡̤̻̣̝̰̘͕͇̠̿̑̏ͅę̷͙͈̟̞̩̝̭̘̂́̈́̀ ̵̛̦̥̩̽̐̐̈́́̈͋̀ͅw̴̢͈̺͚̙͚͖̉̆̿͊̒̄̽̔͗̊̈̂̊̚͠h̷̛̙͓͒͐̚͝è̷͙̠͍̺̿̏̚ͅŗ̶̖̫̪̯͍̎̆̕ͅe̶̳͚̭̖͙̙͛̆̏̓ ̴͕͚̤̪̩͚̭̲͕̮͖̌͝ͅM̴̠̗̂̒͂͘o̵̢̰͙̹̰̜̰͔̾̏́̏̋̉̄͂͘n̷̜͕̝̓͊̋̓͜a̷̧̧̛̛̩͚̲̙͈̺̺̟͗̈́̀̓̃̃͛͜͝ͅͅs̵̡̡̼̘̪͈̱͉̟̿̏̀̽̕̕͜͝h̴̢͕̝͕̻̪̭̳̜̻͔̪̬̃̇̒̃̓́̍̔̈́͝í̴̢̟͔̹̦̩͖̠̫̟̭͈͓͈̎̕͜͠͝ŗ̵̨̨̢̦̱͗̐̓͛̔̔̇͑̽̕̕̚̚ ̴̨̛̤̰͈̘͍̣͈͔̞̠̊̈́̆̒̈́̈́͊͝į̴͖̲̬̥̩͕͈̰̻͉͉͆̉͂́̇́̑̽̐̀͋̉̂̕͜͜ṡ̸̨̡͖̳̣̻̩̩̏̿͗͌̑̈́͒́̕̕͘͝͠?̷̛̭̱͕̼͔̣͓͓̄̈́̀͌͐̾̊́́̕͘ͅͅͅ"̸̨̥͚̣̜̟͎̀͋̐̌͐̄͋͗̿̈̽̎̇̚͝
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̶̧̮̻̩͈̜̳̥͔̜̟̬͓̏͊̈́̓̔͋̿̍̓̌̆͜ͅ"̴̨͕̣̮̘̣̣͓͕͓̻̝̠͙́́̄̀̇̀̀̊͒̄̾̄̓̇̕.̸̢̨̩̙͓̖̆́̾͋̏̀̇̊͝.̶̧̖͌̋͋̈́̉̌̏͒͐̄͘̕.̷͍͓̘͓͇̤̆͆̽͛́̇̓̈̆̒̌̕͠M̷̛̥͔̪̬̻̆͊͐̓̒̈́̿̋̄ȫ̷̮̖̮̝͉̣͈͒̄̈̅̎̈́̍̃̽͒̌̕ǹ̵̳̈́̀̾̈å̵͖̗̱͎͗͊̉͒́̂͗́̽̈́͠ͅş̶̖̼͓̖̘̖̱̘͗̔̏͋͂ḣ̴̼̞̝̩̩͓͊̽͠ḭ̷̪̖͚̀͜r̷̬̆̇͐́̑̀̎̑̐͆͌̽̂͘?̵̲̈́̅͠ ̵̡͎͖͔͚̮̲͕̥͖̻̬̈́̂̈̒̓͒͆̎̚͝Y̵̧̢̯̝̮̞̮̬̞͚̬̗͚̊̔̎̀̃͌̓ở̷̠̜͙̳͍̱͈̝̥̬̫͚̱̈́́́͘ͅǘ̶̢̨̺̘͔̫͓̔̑̔͜ ̵̡̫̬͙̮̘̪̰̥͒̈m̵̛̓̃́͋̏̔̏̈́͐̀̐̕̚͘͜ͅẽ̸̖̲̩͖̹̬̗̰̰͎̙͓͓̩̀̓̅̀̈́̎͠a̸̡̧̜͓̥̖̭̹̺͉͐̌́ņ̵̛̩̣̮͉͔̫̟̝͎͚̺̫̘̐̊̑͋̂́̎̄̿̿̎ͅ ̷̡̛̦̬̰͈͓̻̝̄́͆̌͛͆̀̀t̶͚̩̞͚̱͔̖̘͈̙̘̗̲̬͑ḩ̷̪͕̙̼̫̫̆̕͠e̸̡̝̬͇̞̥͍̙̱̰̞̻͙̾̅̏̑̽̅̅̽̿̏͋̚̚ ̷̠̱̫̮͋͗͛̓͒̋͜͝͝Ą̸̛̟̰̝͙̜͌̆̅̑i̴̡̱̤̩̅̇̏͛́̅̎̅̄͑̋̕̚͝n̸̢̺͚̺̭̺͖͇̔́̇̑̚ͅư̶̛̲̞̞͔̳͎̟̯͓̻̭̳̲̑̔̀͜͝ ̶͇̤͓̺͇̺̰̙̞͊̈́̊̂ẃ̵̩̝̖͇̜̤̼̳͖̥͉̞̭̠̊̃̑̏̌̅́̎͗̒̏͘͘ỏ̶̜̮̮̱̲̉̊̓̕͝m̶̫͓̻̱͔̰͗̇̓͌͌̏͐̿́̈́̃͊͘͝ā̸̡̛̮̯̺̮̤̲̯̭̱̍̃̈́͆̈̒͂͜͜͜n̴̡̖̱̳̫̎̈̒̅̑̈́̑͗͛̓̈́̈͗͂́?̴̛̩̭̥̞̒̉̈̊̓͂͐̎͌̅̋̽"̵̨̤̋̉͂̀̅́̓͗͛̕̚͜
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̷̨̡̬̖͖̬͙̘̺̓̅͛͜ͅ"̷̩͇̈́͊̈́̊̐͘͝Y̸͚̹̹̹̫̭̟͐̀͑̐̑̎̇́̑́̄̚͝͠e̸̡̥̪̪̽͐͛̆̋̓̑̏̊̒͌̊̅̾͝ŝ̵̨̫̖͕̙̺̮̤͌̓̋̂̍͝͠ͅ,̸̢̡̹̤͙͖̻̞̤͍̱̲̤͍̭͑͌̆̇͛̽͊̈́͝ ̶̪͕͈̠̪̘̠̩̮̺͑̃̃̎͂̇̕̚͝ẗ̸̢͎̪̝̖͇͓͚̳̮̬̙̖́͑̋͋̈́́͂͆͐̓̆̈́͘ȟ̷̼͂̇͑̅̈́̉̀̕ą̴̬̥̮́̈́̇̆̄̂͑̒͝͠ṯ̸̙̝͔͚̭̲̺̇̅͗̎̿̂͌̽͂̑͌ ̴͙͎̩͎͛͒̈́͛͌̓̽̍̀̒͝͝ͅó̶̢̲̯̹͊́n̴̨̡̯̦̜̘̦̤̔̋͂͆̅̍̌͋̂͘ͅe̸̢̛̛͇̮͍̫̞̩̜͌̍̓̽̉̏̉̚!̸̧̠̱̼͖̠̖̳̰̰͉̘͗͌͌͊̑̽̍̉̏̿̉͝"̸̢͉̥͕̺̭͍̭̱͎̺̹̬͔́̔̓͆͒͘
̷̛̛̻̱͖͖͔̞͍̙̦̏̋̌̽̀́͐͒͜͝"̵̡̡̛͚͇̝̠͚̞̞̱̗̻̬̣̽̄͑̃͆́́̀͘͜͠͝Ẃ̸͇͊͋́̈́ẫ̷̢͎̗̬̙̖̫̜͙̥̊́͆̆ị̸͓̭̱̟̯̞̠͔̩̙̺̃̀͂̏͜ṱ̷͖̰̭̬̻̊̋͒̓̇̈́͐̀͂͒̅̔͆̈̎,̵̧̩̺̩̣̹͕̼͎̠̯̳̉̉̌͌͗͗͐ ̸̡̢̭͉̖͍͕̟̟̥̖͚̲͌͜͜͠w̶̡̖̣͔̯̹̖̤͙̦̮̪̟͇̃͒̂̇̇̄̈́́̽̏͑͆͜͠͝h̵̫̺͙̤̜͔͍̪̲̤͚̿͛ȳ̷̛̫̙̺̅̽̕ ̵̧̛̗̹̬̖̟͖̆͑̎̎̄̓͋͝͠â̷̛̰̪̞͙̤̦̥̩̘͚̤̤͍̣̓͌̾̆̇̋͑͘͝͠ͅm̶̧̡̲͔̲̺̺̳̔̀̀̇̀͝ ̷͍̘̝͓̬̥̳̟̬͈̘̯͖͈̒̍̏̃̈́I̵̧̛͓̤̬͍͍͇̫͍̥̭͗͛͐͒̌̂̓̄̒͐̽̄ͅ ̵̨̥̘͍̣̣̼͓̙͉̈́͒̀̒͐̇͋͗ę̶̢̟̪͚͖̫̞̖̜̱͉͆͒̿͘͠ͅv̷̧͍̩͕̣͍̯̱̈́̍̏̃̀̅͆̾̈́̊͜͜e̷̡̧̛̦̓͐̿̀̾̿́̿͊͗̊́̚ņ̸̢̬̱͖̙̣̬̝̪̻͍̘̤̈́̋͛̍̂̓̅̌͆͊̉ͅ ̸̨͇͎̙̼͉̟̦̻̰̆̓̀̔͋̇̈́̅͝ͅt̵̛̗͔͙͓̤̹̽̽̀̾̂̈́̇̈͌̈́̃́͘ǎ̸̡̙̜̖̱ļ̵̰̝̝̭̤̒͒͛̓̔͐́͘̕k̴̢̧͉͖̗̲̭̐͑̇͒̋͐͂́̄̏͐̚͘͝i̸̡̭̳̘̭̒̈͗̈́̉͗̓̊͊̔̊͘͘͝ņ̴̧̝̗̝̻̹̖͎͖̤̺̙̓̀́͂̃̍͂͑̈́̊̈͆̃͠ͅg̷̡͍̭̗̙̻̣̈͋̑̅̿́͗̊͌̌̋̉͝ ̸̯̌́́͋̚ţ̷̡̧̡̣̫̫̗̗̟̆͑̾̈́̽̀͛͌̀̓̓̑̀́̐ó̴̬̭̳͍̘̹̤̪̮̖͙̅̋̎͊́̃̀͆͆͜͠ ̷̻̳̰̱͓̞̜̦̿̿̌͂͌͗y̴̢̬͖̫̻̺͗͌̾́̀̑̒̿̈̀̈́̍̓o̷̢̥͎͚̩͈̫͑̈̊̆̒̚͝ừ̸̺̦͔̫͓̈͒͌͆̇́ͅ!̶̡̧͈̳͐͌͌͝?̸̢̼̪͈̙̯̹̭̓̍̈́͒͆͐͒͝ ̸̧͎̟̼̺̔̇͛̍̈́̈́̓͑̾̍̏͝͝͝T̴̥̠̠̿̋͂͌͝h̷̡̦͕̺̞̝̗̥̭͕̐̾̊͒̀̀̌̾͂̑ḁ̷͖̖̟̎̏̅̌̏͐͂̓̃̍͝t̵̬̟͕̬̥̳̞̼͔̼̤͚͖̠̽̈́͜ ̸̨̱̻̮͉̬͕͋͋̌̕͝͝î̶̡̨̧̛̻̦̞̬͓̙͗̋̾̂͐͘ͅͅs̴̞̿̏n̸͙͕͚̝͖̔̊̓̈́̉̊̓͛͋͠'̶̨̰̩̖̬͚̞̪̏̐̇ẗ̴͖̜̱́̏͋̈̍ ̴̜̪̺͛͒̉̆̓̊̊̓̾̚̚͜ļ̴̨̙̞̮̱̞̘̖̈̓́̓̇̆ó̸̤̪͕̥͎̽̂̎̉́̍̾̀̄̌̾̚̕g̶͙̟̫͈̖͙̪̰̠͙̜͉̭̭̏̾̐̀̋͘͝͠ḯ̸̧̧̗̠̮͉̖͕̗̲̭̺̟̳̯͛̄̒̈́̎̃͒̀̾͝c̴̢̡̡̯̩̞̦͓͉̻̫̮̫̀̇̅ȧ̷̜̆́͋̒͝l̶̙̞̣̺̍̌!̵̮͊̋̈́͒̊͆͛̿͊͛̈́̕͠ ̸̨̧͓̭͈̦̪͇̗̝̻̿̆Ġ̵̛͙̤̳̜̥̟̈́̑͌͠͝͝e̷̡̙͎̣̥͊̌̈́̑̚͝t̵͔̫͚̠̅̍̿́͘͘ ̶̥̰́̎̀̈̓̔́̔̂͘͜o̴̖̣̞̱̥͒̃͒͛͘͜ṳ̸̳̘̲̾͐̂ţ̶̻̥̘͓̮̗̦̭͉̪̲͆̍͜͠ ̸̢͎̞̞͍̣̪̮̲͍̹͚̩͉̈́͜ǫ̴̢̞̝̹͕̦͙̝̗̱͙͕̪̒͛͝f̶͈̰̳́̓̋͝ ̶̧̭̞̝̫͍̲͕͔̮̙̔̆̃̿̐̽̈́́̈́ͅḧ̵̡͓͚̩͙̗̯̞͎͙͖͕͚̀̈́̀̋͒̓̈́̀̚̚e̸̪̳̖̭̹͙͖̱̪̝̖̺̕͜͜r̷̡̨̤͙̪̦̜̼̹̠̫͇̥̃̄̈́͂͌̅͂͘ͅḛ̵̡̨̛͎͕͇̺͔̒̒̀̑͊̐̀̎͑̾̔̿̂͝ͅ!̸̯̣̩͖̥̭̰̝̾̈͌̓̓͜ͅ"̶̧̡̢̧̥͍͈̭̩̤̖̠͖̪̓͊͂̂̕
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̴̢͎̗̝̺̹͉̻̮̹͒̆͗̓̂̽̓̈́̈̈̐̚͠͝"̸̧̧̖̯͎̰̟͙̝̀̑͝ͅͅI̶̡̧̧̦̹̟̭̺̔͑̾̀͝'̸̟̗̭̦̞͎̂̃̽̆̓̈̋̀͆͒͑̕l̷̘̹͆͑̈̀̅̽́̆̾̇̚l̴̠̗̰̰̺̺̅̆̄̽͂̏͊̊͘͝ͅ ̴̝͔̠̹̞̭̞̦̹́̈̓̈́̓̏͆̒̓̆̚͘b̷̦͈̗̦̼͕̠͈͖͍̹͎̲̄͂̄̾̄̎̄͆͑̒̚ȩ̸̨̤̯̙̑͘͘̕ͅ ̵̨̨̦̰̬͙̱̇̔̏͆̍͝ĝ̴̬̲͎̟͍̝̈͆̏́̓̍̑̚͠͠ó̷̧̖͉̹̳̮̦̻͕̠̠͒̒̈͋͆͘n̴̨̧̩̮̞̲̠̜̖͉̘͉̺̬̿̇̋ḙ̶̡̱͖̹̣̳̣̣͛̄̔ͅ ̸̡̨̻̣͎̱̠̭̪́͜q̶̙̱͚̆̅͊̈̈́̇̑͛̄̚ǘ̷̠͔̫̝̝̖̝͔̰͕̀̋̎̈́̽́͂͝ͅī̷͉̮͔̱̘̙̺͔̣̩̖́̈́̉̀͂̈͋̑̀c̸̢̧̨̢͖̤̭͚̟̼̩̒̀k̷̛̥̫͈̤͖͒͛̀͠ ̴̧̡̜̼̮̠̜̼͔̦̤̦̫̱͓͗̊̽͛̈́̈́̅̕͘a̸̭̭͎͎̘̅͂̃͘n̷̡̻͙̳͔̤̟͍̮̈͊̍͂͘̕͘ͅd̸̡̡̙͕̥̗͕̺̰̝̭̣͂̉͋͠ͅ ̸̢̨̡̢̛̬̟̯̩͙̱͓͔͚̀̃̔̔̈͑̊͗s̶̢̡̨̛̤̰̺̭͍̖͙̫̠̪̍̃̇̆̑̅̈̚͝ͅȩ̷̠͕̙̙͇͎͚͈͔̻͔̩̒̎͜ą̷̤̪͖̒̔̈́̐̎͘r̷̡̧̲͖͉͎̣̼̳͉̘̯͙͙͖̓̒̿͗̒̅̄ç̵̛̛̳̝̼̗̦̐̉̂͊̿͘͘͠͠h̶̨̢̯̬̜͓̘͚̿͑̐̅̈̃̉͑̃̒̉ ̶̨͖̪͍̓̂̈́͂̎̿͊̿͒͌͗͑́̐m̶̡̧̳̞̗͈͚̫̙͈̮̞̆͛̓̈̓̂̈́̚͜ỳ̴̧̛̭̥̘̮̰̔̽̿̈́͛͒̿̐̔̓͘͝͝ͅs̵̩͈͍͔̝̓̇͊͛̏͋̈́͗̈́̕e̶̡̨̟̜̦̜̗͚̲̤̱͕̰͗̈́̑̊͜l̶̖̼̪̗̠̱̼̪̅͒̿̎͂͂̊̏̀́̕͠f̸̧̩̝͆̍̌.̷̻̞̣͚̫͖͎̻̘̙̦̹̐ ̵͉̻̱̬̼̞̲͖͛̐̿̈́̋̒̑̈́̏͆̆̐̿̓͜J̷̥̦̦͍͓̥͚͍̲̝͍̀̑͆́̈́̈́̍̃͒̚͝͠u̷̡̟̘͋̏s̴͈̤̞͎̰̼̯̮͊͛̄͗͂̒̾̅͜͜͝ͅţ̴̗̱̝̥̙̯̬̠̌͋̓́̆̽͐͋̄̐̈́͐̂͝ ̸̫̝̱̞̌̒͊̀ŕ̸̛̩̖͇͉é̶̪̫͇͔͖͍̩̫̟̗̯̽̃͋̄̿͐͂͛͛̊́̚̕͝ͅm̷̡̩̪̮̠͉̭̻̻̹̫̈́̌̈̓̎̉̓́̀̍͐̌̃́͜͠è̷͕̟̊͛͂́͛̓̾̀̒͑͑̓͝m̴̧̛̬̺͍̯͚̜͇͉̣̞̖̃̂̅͊́ͅͅb̷̡̘̟̻̬̮̱͓̼̀̋̈̍̈̆̔̓́̍̇̀̀̕ě̴̛͇̎̈̈́r̶̮̞͚̦̫͓̯͎̹̦̣̩̚̕͜ͅͅ ̶̡̛̪͇̤̲̳̙̣̫̮̮̘̈́͆̃͌̂̈́͠m̶̦͈͕͎̍̀̎̎̿̌̈́͐͊̾̓͂̅̎͘ỳ̴̢̢̭̖̱̰̭̠̔̆́͒̔̐͗͝ͅ ̶̛͈͓̎̉̀͗̌̉͝n̷̢̛͔̞͎̙̳̘̫̙̣̣͒̽́̀̈͌͊͝͠a̷̗͕͔͓͐̀̂̇͗̇̈̐̾̅̓̕͝m̴͆̇̇̐̏̄̊̈́̔͛̂͘̚ͅe̵͖̜͓͖̙̬͈̮̙̰̊̃̔̇̌͋̒͊͂͂̈͛͑̚͠:̸̺̱͈̘̜̤͎̪̈́͂̂͊̌ ̷͖͎͓̘͇̝͍̜̺̗̼̳͈̒̑̚͜͝Ỷ̶͖͖̭̤̒̽̇̇̒̀̂̇͊̀͊̎̀͝ó̵̢̧͚̜̗̱̇͂̌͂͊̎͋̆́̄͜͜͝͝s̴̱͌̋̓̓h̶̬̺̯̫̦͖͉̞̫̩̯̘̃͌̊͗̓̎i̴̯͉̠̼͙̲̙͑ ̴̨̡̖͉̥̬͓͔̪̻͎̇̈́͝Ť̴͇̯̹͖̯̔̒͋̌̈̄̑̾̈́͜a̶͙̣̤̹͓̔͗ͅͅk̷̢̧̬͓̰̤̯̉̆͒̈̀͗̎͌̽̋͠͠e̸̬̱̭̖̩͎̼̞͓͎͔̳̅̀͐̂̅̒̈́͐̕͘͝ͅͅi̵̛̥̘͙̤̞̪͉͎̲̐̎̏̅̉̏͜,̵̥̦̀͛̾̍̆͑̽̓̅̀̋̃ ̶̧̩̠͐̍̒̐͗̅̉̒̚͠͝S̷̢̭̼͍̼̘͉͉̱͓̬̪̫̃̈́̄́̾̾̀̀͜H̴͇̜̻͇̰͙́̔̀̄͌͛͆̉S̷̢̤̒̅̿̔͆͐͌Ļ̷̨͚̰͈͔̤̰̲̹̹̍̑̄̌͒̂̿͆̄̃̈́̈́̎͐̕ͅ ̶̨̝͐́̎͋̕C̶̖̗͈̤͇̗̱̘̮̺͍͊͊̎͆̀ͅǫ̴̡͓̝̝̤̦̯̬̬̞̕ͅn̴̦͍̖̱͔͎͖̠̟͇̬͊͗͌̒̑̄̓̅̍̂͝͝ͅṡ̵͙̦̘͓̀̾͝p̴̡̢̢̟̝̩̞̪͍͙͙̊̓̀́̌͆̉͂̆̒̕͝͝ͅḭ̷̢̢̼̘̦̰̘̻̼͇̮̖̏̾̀̊̚ͅr̶̢̟̫̳̘̳͕̘̒̋̿͂a̶̡̨̛̠̱̬̗̺͂̽̓̽̔̓̐̋̍͝c̴͉͈̥͔͈̣͈̊͒́͜ͅŷ̷̳̯̘̱̔̾̏̆̉̐͛͋̄̾̈́͋͘͠ ̸̨̲̬̤̟͇͉̞̞̳̄͊̎̎̓͒̅͌̀̅̔̕̕T̵̨̩͖̪̹̥̺̲̓̂̀̎͘h̵̰̦͉͖̐̀̅͊́e̸̡̜̯͕͖͗͂̈̈̈́̐́̂̋̚ō̶͎̹͎̟͑̈́̽̎̒͜ͅṛ̶̡̳̦̹͈̮͐̇͝i̸̢̢̡͚̹̼̮̻̜͙͔̗͎͙̋ś̶̡͍͖̥͍̲̮̜̑͆̋͛͌͠ͅţ̴͎͉̻̝̻̩̣̙̺͖̆͊̚ͅ!̶̛̦̫̻͍̤̳̯̓̄̿́͂̄"̷̨̺͚̮̫̻̹̻͖̈̏͆͌͊͌́̇̄̒̽̇͜͝ͅͅ
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̵̧̛̗̊͑̋̀̀̃̎̄̔̆̋͘͝ͅ"̸̧̧͍̠̻̰̠̺̗̯͖̭̣̹̓̈̒̍͠O̴̢̧̲͔̬̣̗͓̼͕̭̻̲̍͠͠f̸̨̨̡̛̱̺̜̥̭̣̣̙̘͔͎͂͑̈̐͗̆ ̷̨͇̲̩̈ç̵̧̛̼̞̬̘̞̲͈̪̲̱̳̹̮͐͋̓̔̇̾̉̅͋̔̐̔̕͝o̴͔͎̱̱̭͎̩̥͍̝̤̳̮͋͂͒͌̆͆̚ư̴͉̼̩̻̋̄̈̃̓͗̇̚̕͜͝͝r̸̰̻̫̉̾̅́̉̎͊̾͝s̸̜̆͌̑̓͒͐̔̅̈͝ĕ̴̙̮͚̮̪ͅ ̴͇̲̳̍̈́͐͋͐́̄̇̾̚Ì̵̙̣̩͚́̃̾'̸̺̟͍̇v̴̠̞͖̗̝͍͙͔͙̣̘̗͓̤̿͋͒̈͆́ȩ̶̢̛̳͍͕̺̹̥̩ ̴̰͍͙̯̜̼̞̪̏́͒̈̌̀̀̍͋̉͘͝à̸̛͖̥̙̻̺̫̹̦̰̣̱͉̓̌͋͒ ̴̧͉̪̥̱̣̗̈́̌̃̀̔̕͝'̵̡̢̧͇̳̙̳̙̂̒̀̏́͒̊͌̕ṛ̷̥̟̪̺̹͈̻͓͖̝̩̟̫̝̈̀̐̇̿͒͌̀͆̿͋̽ȇ̴̡̄͊̒̑̽͠͠͠͝ạ̴̺̇̂̈́͊͛̑̈́́̀̎͘͝l̴̢͈̻̟̲͎̟͕̦̩̈́͒̊̂́̓̓̈͌̈́̈́̅̚̕͝'̵͕̬͖̻̩̑̄́̓́̈͒̔̔͌̈͒̚͠ͅ ̴̢͍͚̣̲͈̪͗ṯ̷̦͕͎͇̘̀̀̿͌̅̓̕ǎ̸̧̳͉͙̳̫͍̮͖̬͓̪͎̱͑̓̋̒͐͋́̔̉͑̃̏͋͘l̵̬̥̤̱̙̳̗̤̬̤̠͉̜͙̩̓̌̽̀͊͛̐̀̎̏̿͗͠ě̵̡͇̝̠̩̖̣ṋ̵̲̳̖̩̤͕͈̖͊͒̀͜t̴̨̨̨͖̙̖̟̭͓͉̩͉̦̎̓̽̆,̴̢̨̛͇̩̹͈͕̺̟̞͚͙̘̘͍̍̀̏͗̆́̓͝ ̴̖͍̼̗̤̮̘͓̓̑̀̒̏̂͒̂̔̿̏̏̃̉͘͜b̷̡̪̝͉͙̮̐̓̍ù̷̧͍̔̉͊͒̈̇̈́͒̿̄̽̉͝t̸͇̳͍̫͋͗̏́ ̶̰͛̐̎͒̀͑̐̀b̵̛̩̖̠́̍̏̇̈̅̅̈́́͂̚͘ę̸̙̤̪̯̫̾́̓̒́͑̏͗̀͛̊̚̕̚i̴̢̪̩̜̱͈͇̰̠̱͚͔̼͛̍̂̏̉ṇ̵͇͓̍g̵̡̨̗̦̺̥͖͚̲̭̈́̋̽̆́̓̄́̓͊̑̕͠ ̶̛͍̀͂̋͆͗̎̆͗́̄̉̓͋̕ą̶͎̫̳̈̎́̓̊͜͜ ̶͈̲̜̹̬̯̝̺̼̍͘͜c̷̪͙͚͙͉͑̈̆̽̐̓̏̅̑̏̒ơ̴̛͉͉̼̗̼̓̾̔̿̕͝n̵̩͂̋̍͗͆̂̔̀̇͌s̵̡͈̺͕͇̬͙͍̅̽̊̉̈́̀͠p̵͉͍̜̜̠̜͋̅̂̄ȋ̶̭̦̮͑̆̓̈́̿́̉̒͗r̴̨̧̟̘̦̦̝͙̦̂́͋͐̉̎̒̚͜ͅa̷̢̢̧̙̟̤͓̠͇͉̫̮̙̔̾̾͆͌̇̍́̽͒͐͆̋̚̚͜c̴̛̛͎̊̓̀̾̀̊͆̎̽͠y̷̨̧̛̻̯̪̳̘͛͑̄͋͑͋̚ͅ ̷̧̛̯̠̦̫̮̯̮͇̬̒̎͌̍̊͌̆̆̃̓́̿ţ̷͔̙̥̞̳̍́͑̆̈́̇̽͑͘ͅḩ̶̡̜͎̬̬̺̲̝̮̥͚͍͈̆ͅe̸̡̢̝̥̩̘͉͇̝̮̫̮̝̿̓̍̈́̀̈́͊͌̃͑͌̚͠͠ǫ̴̡̼͇͇̩̼͖̋͗̌̈̑́̋͝͝r̶̛̖̀̇̉͒̉̿̂̈́̄̆͘i̵̢͈̩̯̲͚͍̻͙̣͙͚̭̊s̵̜̗̮̪͖̫̹̘̄͋̕ṫ̸̘͎̞̥̮̠̌͑̔̀͛̿̈́̈̒̏̊͝͝ ̴̩̤̦̬͓͓̣̲̳̙̬̾͛͛͋͗į̴̳̚͠s̶̢̛̘̤͙͈̯̮̪͚͖̣͎̯̱͇͐̍͑̍͊̃͗ ̵̡̰͚̝̦̣͎͍̀̓̋͑̆̓̄͜͝m̸̡͇͎̹̯͖̦̠̲̽͊̑͛͘y̴̢̠͇͉̘̥̗͕̝̳͋͆̇̄̇͂͐ ̵̨͍̦͔̗͓̺͕̼̮͙̖̈́̎͒̚͠p̸̯̔́a̸͎̠̥̟͖͉̭̮̻̩̖̘̫͛̍́͂̀͂͐̉̈̽̑̈́̒̽͠ͅs̶̨͍̠̩͍̘̱̅͗̀́̅͊̍́̆̒͝s̵̤͎̣̠̭̦̑͊̈́͗͂̈̀̕͜͠i̶̬̠̯͖͕̦͐͒͋̉̌̍̽̃̀͆̾͘̕o̸̡̨̱̜̺͇̟͉͇͉̒͊̓̓͘n̵̛̲̹͕͊́̾̌͂͗̏̌͊̋̉̚̚͜͝ ̸̡̻͚̥͕͍̭̼͆̍́͜a̵̼͕̰͈̰̻̻͑̅͒̔͂͗͊͂̑̇͋͝n̵̹͉̮̘͕̱̝͌̈̐͂͗̏͒̓̄̀̊͌͝d̸̛̖̼̜̙͔̳̙͍͗͐͒͗͜ͅ ̶̛̠̻͉͉͖̬͉̰̳̈́̈́̒͗̓̋̃ṛ̶͆̊̽̄e̵̻͔̲̰̟͔̦͓̰͍̬̫̞͋̄͛̊ä̴̢̛̹̫͎̻̘̙̝͆̃̾͒́͑͌̿ļ̵̧̢͕̦͍̞͚̠̯͓͊̿̕ ̶̡̥̫͔̖̰͕̮͍̗̘̑̂̇̑̾̇͂̌̓͊̊c̸͍̉͊̓̍̅͒̒͗̇̌͛͘͝͠a̸͈͊̍ļ̶̛̛̙̣̣̠͓̮̣̖͖̯̻͇̽́͜ͅl̸̠͗̒͌̈́̈̚i̸̢̝̹͚̦͉̩̥͔͙͍͉̞̿̑͗̅͜͠ǹ̶͔̫͍̝̒̄͗̃͐̈́̌̈́̽̅͜g̸̛̙̖̦̲̠͔̞͕̎̿̋̌́̀͋!̷̬̫͍̲̿̄͗̄̏̌̍̃̇̽̚͝"̸͈̩͎͙̖͎͖͔̱͎͂̍͝ ̷̪̖͈̮̲̒̉̃̒̂̀̅̊̈́̕
̴̡͖̟͈̣̰͉̥̣͎̼̬̱͛͆̓̆̒͋͑͊͝͝ͅ
̶̢̡̡̡̲͕̻̖̫͖̾͆̃̈́͊"̴͚̻̖̹͇̞̩́͐̇̾͊̿̇̿̿̎̍̎̓͘͝J̸̩̰̼̖͈̝͉̬̓̚͜u̷̢̧̡͕̜̬̰͖̩͖̭̱͍̅s̷̨̘̬̫̙̠͕̱̳̣͚̙̘̆t̸̰̝͕͇̦́̑͒̐̅̑̿̕͜ͅ ̷̧̟͓͓̼͈̭͉̤̘̹͘̕͝ģ̷̗̪̫̺̖̰̦̺̪̯̭̤̦͉̇̊e̴̛̖̔͐͂̀̐̏͌͝t̴̗̤̥͕̫̃͠ ̷̯̮͙͎͕͌̾̏̀͐̆́̋̅͘o̷͙̟̪̬͇̹͈̍͐̾ŭ̶͈̝̰̼͕̼̻̹̭͌̀͐̊̈́̊̓̓͝t̵̡͕̜͎̦̪̻̼̥̔͂͗͂̈́͝͝ ̸͔̭͌̂̈́̅͊͂̋̇̎͝͝ͅơ̸̦̬̳̐̀̄̅̂̈́̉̈́̕̕͝͝͝f̵̧͓͆ ̷̡̡̨͍̬̞̹̫̲͍̞̤̜̩͚̃͆ḫ̵̡̫͊̈́̍͂̉̄̓́̓͗͘ͅȩ̷͔̜̲̻̹́̇̓̒̈̆̿̈́̾̕͝ŗ̴̹̦͉͎͔̲̩̺̬̓͗̉͜ḛ̷̡̳̯͔̟̂̃̊̀͂͋͋͐̌͂̄͂ ̶̢͕̟͙͓̬̣̈́̏á̵̡̩̹͇̗͖̤̘̪̺́̽̆̀́̃̉͊̉͗́̑̆͘ń̶̹̥̺̬͔̘̋́̀͂̓͂̃́̒̕͜ḑ̸̧̨͔̤̟̖̜̞̰̥̮̺͝,̷̡̤̻̭̹̭̄̌͛̆̒̉̋̆̐̇̏̌̕̚͘ ̷̰͍̮͓̗͉̞͍̝̣͍͎̜͎͆̃̆̒͒̀̈́̆͠ͅf̸̧̨̳̟̟̪̐̽̓͆͗͆̓̓̀̀̀̂̕͘ͅo̸̢̙̰̫̗̣͍͎͈͛̃̍r̶̂͋̀̚͜ ̷̧̡̦̻͉̠̘̤̥̙͉͇̱̅͋̏̑́͑͆̊͑̈́͘͝y̷̢͎̪̥̣̱͔̲͍͙̤͈̳͗́͂́̋͌o̷̧͚̟̟̘͆̽́͑̆̉̽ú̴̦͓̦̬̻̯̻͔̥͎̯͓̂̃͐͗̎̽̕r̶̪͇͖͕̱̲̖͔͖̣̲̖̀̒̄̒̔̂̾̈́̈́͂̈̂̌̀͝ ̸͔͔͈̥̜̟̙̉̀ͅơ̴̡̠͍̣̻͈͕̲̻̰̳̘̫̾͐w̵̡̧̬̘̰͓̥͚̰̥̗͙͋͂̈̾̄̇̋̀̈́̍̕͜ņ̴̨̹̖̟̺͔̯͈́̓̾̅̑̑͊͛̃̏̐̃̓̑͆ ̴̜͚̝͔͔̹̖̝͂͋͆̀̄̓̋͒̄̀ͅg̷̨̧͔̟̼̣̞̝̊ͅö̴̫̟̮̠̫̮̝͗̄́̈́͑̓͝ȯ̸̭̙͍̬͕̭͓̰̱͎̅̌͜d̸̤͑̈̓̍͂̓̃͌͜͝,̷͉̫̦̟̩̞̭̙̼͍̲͕̫̟̒̍͂̄̆̀̉͛̕͝͝ ̷͈̣͍̯̯͉͔̠͓̉̌̎̃̚͘͠d̷̝̝̟̖̱̦̙̑͆̀ő̵̧̢̺̻̙͇͕̖̱̹̭͙͓́͝ņ̷̡̡͔̰̞̯̘̮̘͎̻̊̌̎͝ͅ'̸̳̌͂͋ť̴̨͈̏͘ ̷̧̩̙̤͓̜̖̪̟̫̃t̸̡̯̪̹͙̮͎̩͍̏͌͜͠a̵̢̡̨̯̟͉͇̥̩̼̰̻̭̓̆́̈́͒̈̋̇͊͋̅͑̐͘͘l̴̛̘̭͇̬͈͚̩͇̙̺̠̮̰̑̓̈͗̆͒̎͜͝k̵̨͇̭̦̼̜̫̼̜̤̋̃̃͐̋̑͘ ̷̢̯̪̉̽̇̎̂̿͋̎̊̏͜͝t̵͎̳̞̮̲͓̰͗̋̓o̶̦̳̘̱̔̀͛ ̸̠̀̇̋̅̽̆̽̇̎͂̈́͋͗͘͝M̴̞̤̲̒́̈́́̔̐͌͊́ơ̶̡̡̢͉̬̪̙̰͔̮̹̍̽̒͒̐̇̎̚ͅͅn̶̨̬̩̠͚̞͑͛̾̍͌̍̈́̿͛͑̋͊̋̕͜͠a̸̢̖̪̭̳͎͋̀̅̏̀̒̌̓s̵̡̛̘͎̬̤̲͎͌̈̒̈́͘h̴̦̮̲̤͚͎̦̳͓̪̜̖̮͚͊ͅì̶̳̭͚̮̮̞̑̀̓͒̐̀͊͝r̴͓̹̯̓̇̃̔̿̃͒͗͝.̶̣̻̂͂̏̑̓͂̊̚͝͝"̴̧͖͉̗͕͓̼̙̹͍͉̼̭͐͜͜ ̵̘͖͉̗̖̻̳̟͍̉̆̉
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̵̨̮̲͈̤͉̲̪̭͕͉̤̎̑͆̈́̉̔̐̆́̋̚̕̕͘"̵̨͚̬̻̗͇̦̝̳̣͍̹̹͔̩̾̎̿̆̋͊Į̴̝̞̪̜̉̈́͊̿̑̾͗͠ͅ ̸̡̡̹̹̹̼̫̣͍̗̩̣͖́͑͗̂͊̈͛̔̏̎̿̊͊̚͜͝ͅč̷̢̣̹͎̣̞̭̜̙͑͒́̅͂̂̎̓̚͠ä̸͇̮͔̬̬̲̱̣̽̽̅̂́̓͘n̵̡̨̲̻͎̰̖̒͊̕ ̴̙̮͎̽̅̾̃̕p̶̢̢̭̱͎̺̹̰̈́̆r̷̥̹͓̮̻͎̯̯̘̪̜͓͉̔͜ͅǫ̷̡͚̟̯̝́̀̋̄̚̚͜m̶̡͈̗̰̈́̽́̄̔ͅḯ̶̛͈̞͇̥̓̀͗̑͐̈́̀͑̚͝ͅs̷̘̓̃̈͘͝͝e̴̗̥̯͔̥̯̭̭̫̼̼͚͔̅͐̋̅͜ ̵̡̖̤̰̍͒̆̀̒̌̿̈͊͛̚̚͜͠͝ŷ̵̧̨͙̻̜͈͎̞͙̥͊̓̾̂̔͗͑̀͘̚ǫ̴̧̛̬̮͔̾̈́̔̆̑͂͐̆̾͝͠͝ų̴̢̯̳̭͕̻̺͔̱̲͎͕̯͕͊̕ ̷̨̊̔̑̅a̶̧͍̳̣̥̬̥̖̭͚̜̺̐̈́͛̀̂̔̂̀̕b̴̢̡͓̗͙̝̬͍̰͋͋s̵̢̧̧͇̻̣̺̹̹̩͈͖̩̍͐̈́́͒̈̕ǫ̸͎͍̩̹̰̲̈́͊͂͋̏̐́̆͋̈́͘͘͝͠͝l̷̨̢͔̱͓̝̰̙̰͈̖̳̹̘̮͐̈̌̉̌͗̈̾͊̕̚ư̷̠̱̝͈͍͎̬̗̳̳͔͕͌̑̄̽̋̃̎̍̎́͜ṯ̷̪̪̞̙͚̫̱̫̉͌̅͊͜͝e̴̛͇̞͇͒͛̉̑͗̾̏͘̚l̸̡̮̜̘̖͚̱̘̦͓͚̤̝͇̇́̃̌͐̏̈̑͆͗͘͜ÿ̶̱̩̯͈͔͖̞͔͙̿̈́̂̽̄̅̓̀́̈̕̚͠ ̸̢̥̲͖̙̹̗̘̯͇̺̦̰͔͊̋͐̒̎̿̐̅͠͝n̷̯͔̻̘͇̈́͊̽̅͑o̴̰͙͖̬̿̄̿̏͂̐̀͗̅ť̴̡̡̜͙̲͉͍̯̣̬̦̼̼̋̀͌̈́̌̚͜͜h̷̢̗̱͇͇͋͛̈́̃͐̂͋̒̑͌̃̚͠ḯ̷̪̣̳̬̩͔͓̜̩̣͓̬͖͙̽ņ̵̡̛̙̹̯͚͈̯̃̆̇̈́̓̽̃g̵̗̯͉̥̍̉̓̑͘̚~̶̧̞̥̖̲̺̱̦̤͐͆̅̇͆͐̑̈́͑̏̐̃́̚͝"̵̹̻̦͖̳̮͈̭̼͙̪͗̉͝
̶̧͓̹͊̈́͆͛̓̇̾̽͊̈́͘
̶̲̜̪̻͓̟̜̪̞͉͑ͅͅ"̸̢̜̗̘̠̦̰̤̯̬̖̺̼̋͊̒͒̓́̉̔͌̕͘D̶̞͖̲̤̪̺͕̩̖̫̠͖͈̹̔̀͑̀̌͗̓̆̄̽͠͝͝͝ͅe̸̡̞͕̟̲̼͙̦̓̔̇̂͗͊̓̾̚a̶̡̨̧̛̟̮̭͓͙͑̆͝ŗ̷̧̧̠͍̣͕͙̘͙̞̣̟̻̘͐̆́̑̉̓͗̽̏̕͘ ̶͈̱͍͎͕̫̋̉̿́̓́̽̾̽̚͘̕͘͝ͅG̶̦̙̘͍͈̭̋̈̑̆̑̄̔̊̇͊̈́̎̎o̷̡̢̙̞͎̹̫̬̩̱͠d̴̨̢̺̝̺͓͎̥̤͍͆̉́̀̒̀̾͊̊̍͘,̸̢̯͎̘̲̤̹̎͐͂̈ ̸̤̖̈́͌̑̀̂͆̒͝g̴̮̰͚͎̻̗͙̫̹͈̳̹͚̹̅͑̎͂̓̐̿͗̿̔̓̈́͠͝i̴͇̥̗̼̱̠͖̗̗̬̲̹̬̱͆̾̇̋̈v̴̨͚͕̭̬̦͍̞͇̝̣͉͉͒͜ę̵͎̻̫̝̮̭͔͙͓͉̥͑̈́̏̊̆̈̾̍̅̀͘͘ ̵̹̭͕̥̝͖̠̊̐̆̑́ͅm̴̺̣̖͚͍̣̣͊̓͋̀̓͘͝ͅḛ̵̠̦̣̖̗͎͙̱͛̔̋͆̋̇̌͋̚͝ ̶̢̟̯̲̀͛̊͑͒͋̍̚̚ş̷̧̜̙͎̰̗͓̬̓̎̑̈̍̾́̍̐̍͛̀͘͘͜͝ͅṫ̵̛̞̲̝̝͈̥̞͔͐͂̓ͅr̶̛̛̬̲̩̠̍̀͊̀̍̅̿̓̚͠ẽ̴̡̡͕͙͇̲̹̱͇̻͎̟̩͎́͂̋͒̎̕ͅn̶̡̟̻̲̮͔̦̭̖͙̗̒̃͊̋g̵̛̞̲͉̘͌̊͛t̶̥̭͍̺̼̫̜͖̠̎̓͆͂̀̅̍̈́́̊͜͠͝ḧ̷̡͈̜́͗̑̈́͋͒͛̽̋̔͂̐̽̚͝.̷̞̽̿.̶͈̭͙̰̰͐̓̍͘.̵̢̢͉͓̙̪͚̰͙̝̗̺͇̹̫̿̃̂͑̍͘"̵̛͓̍́̌̂̒̅͝
"Shiro, you alright there?"
"Ayumu, give him a few minutes."
"Are you sure that we shouldn't take him to get medical treatment, Renkou?"
"I think getting medical treatment here is more dangerous than leaving the injury unattended. I'm sure somebody has medical knowledge, and, if they don't, there has to be books about it for emergency situations somewhere in this oversized ship."
"I hate that you have a point."
When I come to, I realize that Ayumu and Renkou are standing over me with nobody else with them. I notice that the two of them are making sure that they don't look up. Like Choumi and I, they also have strange collars on their necks. Are the collars some sort of punishment, or do they have something to do with the next motive? Is it possible that we now have Forbidden Actions?
"You're awake! Dude, you okay?" Ayumu asks me.
"What are you doing here?"
"Good thing is that Shiro is still himself. Bad thing is, Shiro is still himself," Renkou sighed.
"What is that supposed to mean-"
"You're kinda a dick, Shiro," Renkou says. Ayumu nudges him. "Anyway, Choumi sent us to look after you, saying something like 'you're the only two are the only ones he'll listen to.'"
"He's not a dick, he's a jerk with the heart of gold-"
"Ayumu, that doesn't make me feel better," I interrupt him.
"I know," Ayumu grins. That little bastard.
Perhaps the way I acted during the trial has them acting more...strangely with me. Maybe I should have thought twice before I accused Ayumu of murder. He's probably going to hold that against me. Shit.
"We should get some food. All of us are going to be a little...cranky." Renkou refuses to make eye contact with me. Or Ayumu, for that matter. "Also, we should warn the others about...that. I don't want Etsuko figuring it out."
"You make a good point there." Ayumu reaches his hand out and I grab it, and then he helps me off the ground.
When I come to, I realize that the music box is nowhere to be seen. Could Choumi have done something with it? No, that doesn't make sense. She would have just stayed if she desired the music box for herself. Right?
"Let's see if anybody else is getting something to eat too. That way we can form a game plan and figure out whatever these collars are together," Renkou suggests.
"Maybe I can teach Shiro more about the layout of this place, so he can stop getting lost," Ayumu notes.
Eventually, we do make it to the restaurant together, though Ayumu spends the entire time lecturing me more about 'basic street smarts.' I still cannot understand why he is being civil towards me when I tried to indict him of murder literally yesterday.
There is nobody else but Choumi and Keiji, who has Kobi with him, on the first floor. They are eating at a table nearer to the entrance door. Choumi has a 'healthy' breakfast of a vanilla cupcake, while Keiji has bacon that he occasionally feeds to Kobi. Although the food looks delicious, both of them eat at a rather slow pace.
Looking up, I could see that Yuki, Rokuro, and Himura study us from the upper level. All three of them look like they were talking to each other near the barrier. Because of the tree, though, it is still hard to fully analyze this whole room from this angle.
I notice that everybody, including Kobi, has their own collar.
"Oh, you three are up now! That's great~" Mononeko jumps down from the branches of the willow tree.
I have a little staring contest with the cat until she gives up. It is still awkward knowing her identity, but the unfortunate thing is that probably does not help my chances of survival, if anything it makes them lower.
"What do you want?" Ayumu and Renkou ask her at the same time.
"Yesterday's events were rather...unplanned, so I'm going to make it up to everybody! Today I'm gonna make sure that everybody gets the breakfast they desire! It's not a good apology for all the overlooking I did with the trial, but it's a start, right?"
Wait, what does Mononeko mean by all of that? Did somebody break the rules somehow during the trial and only that person and Mononeko know?
"No," Ayumu says bluntly, though there is no malice behind his words.
"Oh sorry! I'll make sure I keep making it up to you! Of course, that means that you have to live or get out of here! With murder~" Mononeko coughs.
"We don't have to murder. In previous games-"
"Sorry to break it to you, but even Despairs are people. Murder is still murder, even if the person is forcing you to kill each other," Mononeko interrupts. "No matter how horrible a person is, you're still taking their own life to continue living yours. You can argue the ethics all you want, but that still makes you a murderer."
"..." Everybody is silent. Still nobody wants to admit we sent an innocent person to her death just because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Even if Etsuko's plan was finished and worked, however, Emilynn would still be innocent and have to be put to death for the rest of us. Even the Ultimate Lucky Student cannot survive the bad luck of this game. Emilynn McKay is no Ultimate Hope.
Nobody also wants to point out how much of a hypocrite Mononeko is too.
"Anyway, I want my break as soon as possible. What do you gentlemen want?" Even Mononeko is trying to get away from the oppressive atmosphere she created.
"Chocolate!" Ayumu beams. His smile still cracks.
"Kobi, don't listen to him!" Keiji covers the ears of his dog. Choumi groans.
"This may not be a typical breakfast item, but Choumi has a cupcake. I want chicken wings!" Renkou answers.
Even after everything they are going through, boys will always get excited over food, huh? In a situation like this though, we need to take every happiness we have. The good thing is that Mononeko has no motive to poison us, and probably will not allow people to tamper with the food before the motive is revealed.
Though Mononeko has not specified that the breakfast item has to be food. Maybe I can do something smart and get her to reveal information.
"Shiro, what do you want for breakfast?"
"The meaning of this game-"
"Shiro, I can't do that. That's not edible," Mononeko sighs. At least we know that the motive isn't edible. That...is something?
Choumi slams her head into the table in frustration.
"How about food with the meaning of the game on it?" I question. I should stop this foolishness. Damn my curiosity.
"...No…" Mononeko is slowly dying inside.
"Uh...just cereal or something is fine..." I need to get out of here. Make sure I ignore everybody in this room until they forget what I just did.
Why am I making so many mistakes during this game!? The pressure cannot possibly be making it to me. I have been in much more stressful situations than this and turned out fine! Everything will be fine. I just need to find my sense of logic again. Maybe the events of the trial just knocked me off my game!
"Let's just sit down and have Mononeko prepare our food," Renkou says. He quickly sits himself at one of the tables and Ayumu follows him and sits at the opposite side.
With the decision to either sit next to Renkou or Ayumu, I choose Ayumu. If either of them try to stab me with a fork or knife for some reason, it will be easier to defend against Ayumu for obvious reasons.
For some time, the three of us are silent. Usually the other two will be more full of conversation, but...yesterday happened. Even the promise and excitement of good food wears off after only a couple of minutes. Yuki, Rokuro, and Himura are still eerily quiet upstairs too, despite them still having access and assumedly permission to use the karaoke machine.
Saitou and Emilynn would have loved to cheer up the gloomy atmosphere by singing their hearts out to some 'meme' song.
"Hello, boys, this should be to your liking!" Mononeko interrupts our silence and is strangely chipper.
"Thank you, Mononeko," I say, appeasing her ego. Both of the men with me do not give her the same respect.
Renkou and Ayumu of course got what they ordered. However, I am just given a standard red delicious apple with a side bowl of Cheerios. Guess this is what I get for not being able to make up my mind. Then again, I never have been given a decision like that before. What do people usually say when somebody asks for what they want for breakfast? Hopefully not chocolate and chicken wings.
The three of us eat our food in silence. Because of everybody continuing the silence in the room, with there only being the sound of chewing and Kobi's occasional barks, I finally notice that there is the slight sound of humming.
Looking over my shoulder, I see that the girl in the red dress is sitting by the tree.
If this is truly the Neo World Program, does that mean that the girl is more than a hallucination? I have no idea what she could possibly be otherwise. She has a flower in her hands and is plucking the petals, switching between he loves me and loves me not.
"There has to be a way to improve the morale somehow," Ayumu says. His words do little to cut through the tension.
"Where is everybody else anyway?" I ask, mostly to myself. It is an accident to say those words out loud.
"They found a pool or something while all of you were away," Choumi informs us, yelling from across the tables.
Choumi does not need to make her voice so loud. Everything everybody is doing can be heard, probably because the room is overly reverberant. Maybe because Mononeko wants us to fall into despair because of horrible karaoke singing.
"Wait, have people found Leonie yet?" I question. She cannot possibly be that hard to find in the Neo World Program.
"No! I'm gonna get so fired!" Mononeko cries. Although she pops up into the conversation near the tree, she does not acknowledge the little girl still playing her game with seemingly endless petals.
"Wouldn't you like to get fired? You're always complaining about too little sleep. I can give you some pointers," Ayumu replies.
"Don't help the enemy, Ayumu!" Renkou reaches over to Ayumu and lightly bonks him on the head.
"What!? She could escape this job and take over my shifts!" Ayumu reasons. I do not understand this man. "Do you even get health insurance, Mononeko?"
"...No...Though we do get decent dental."
"Even Despairs have to unionize!" Ayumu exclaims. "Maybe we can defeat the Killing Games by way of unionization!"
"Imagine unionizing in this environment," Choumi scoffs. "Good luck defeating our corrupt overlords. Nobody can do it~"
"Can we stop talking about unionization!?" Mononeko once again breaks character. "I'm just gonna take a nap if all of you continue speaking nonsense."
Mononeko once again disappears from behind the tree. Although the flowers still has petals, the little girl drops it and follows after the bear.
Even though the atmosphere is slightly more lively, nobody here has the courage to once again make conversation. Perhaps because the only source of conversation on our minds now is this game. Only Keiji has a slight smile, but that's because he's playing with his dog.
"Hey, Choumi, do you know how Etsuko and Aito are doing?" Ayumu asks. Why nobody has decided to move closer by now is something that is beyond me.
"They still haven't made themselves known," Choumi answers.
At that moment, the doors to the restaurant burst open and Seina comes bursting into the room with Tahlia behind her. Both of them are in women's school swimming suits and Seina has little swimming shorts on as well. Shortly afterwards, Mei comes running after them and she is clearly out of breath. Although they are all dressed for swimming, none of them are wet yet.
Even though Seina, Tahlia, and Mei are in different outfits, they too have the collars on their necks. There must be a way to change with the collars still on then.
"I have an idea!" Seina shouts.
Because of the commotion, Yuki, Himura, and Rokuro quickly make their way downstairs. Everybody's attention is focused on Seina.
"This better be good," Choumi rubs her forehead. "...I probably can come up with a better idea. Teh."
"I have to make up for my past mistakes, so I'm sure that this'll work. We just have to create big team activities so we can bond and make sure that everybody is always with somebody. Buddy team system!" Seina explains.
"Do you really think that's the best idea?" Himura scratches the back of his head.
"The murder of Saitou was done outside the planning of the party, but, from what we know, the party was used to benefit," Rokuro notes, being surprisingly still serious.
"We still need to make all the plans and organize the events. Plus, the buddy system will make sure that nobody can plan a murder and place a trap without anybody else knowing. The rules of the game make it simply improbable for there being an accomplice for most murders. Though, there's a slight chance, so we might have to go with groups of three or more!" Seina continues to explain herself.
"This brilliant mind can also figure out inventions to help monitor everybody and make sure there isn't anymore murders!" Tahlia smirks. "It'll be hard to murder with constant surveillance."
"Why does this sound actually thought out?" Choumi groans.
"Because there's a chance for everything to work out. Right, Kobi?" Keiji giggles and Kobi barks happily.
"Make sure a queen such as myself has proper security," Yuki laughs haughtily.
"Of course, Your Majesty." Seina bows down to Yuki and gives the singer a playful wink. "Before all that boring stuff, though, we should celebrate. We've made it through one more day!"
"Isn't it a little rude to celebrate us sending Emilynn to an unrightful death?" Choumi continues to be a voice of reason in this crowd.
"We may have not known Saitou or Emilynn that well, but I don't think they'll want us moping and pouring salt into our wounds. We have every other day to grieve the loss of those we consider friends. Today, though, we celebrate how lucky it is we're still alive. Etsuko, after all, created a very hard trial," Mei says.
"It's a celebration of life! Of Saitou Kurokoma and Emilynn McKay! We may not have been able to stop their deaths, but we'll make sure that nobody else here goes through the same thing!" Although Seina's words are cheerful, there is still a hint of hesitation.
"It'll be nice to forget our worries for a little while..." Renkou looks wistfully away to the top of the willow tree.
"Everybody, follow me! We're all done eating, so let's be the children we're supposed to be for at least an hour and forget the worries of this world! Oh, plus, these collars are waterproof!" Seina beams.
Despite my better judgment, I follow Seina with everybody else in the restaurant. If this causes my death, I'm blaming Ayumu.
Nobody else is in the hallway while the group of us make our way to the new area. They must already be at the pool, or sulking somewhere that doesn't have a lot of people.
The group makes it to the room that has the five doors. Seina opens one of the doors that was closed off before. Perhaps we can think of having the pool as a twisted reward for making it through the trial.
After all, we condemned an innocent person to death to save ourselves. Most of the people here are not mentally prepared to accept the reality that we are murderers just like Etsuko.
Once we all enter the new hallway, I notice that there are four different doors. One on the right leads to the bathroom and the other door on the same side is the lockers, with both of them being separated to men, women, and gender neutral. The other side supposedly has the pool and another room.
All the doors are painted in a dark blue, and the walls are decorated like the cloudy skies of Earth. The floor is made out of artificial grass that looks softer than the real thing. At the end of the hallway, there is another window showing off space, and, predictably, Sora and Chika are there. Both of them have notebooks and seem to be doting down their findings. It would be a shame for them to figure out that all of this is faker than the grass.
"Now you can do whatever you want. Just stay in this area, okay? Or go into the movie room. I know some people are just watching things to get their minds off...everything," Seina says.
Himura, Yuki, and Rokuro go back the way they came, most likely to go back to the restaurant. Choumi, Keiji, Ayumu, Renkou, and myself stay with Seina, Mei, and Tahlia.
"Careful, they only have this type of swimsuit for the girls and an equally ugly swimsuit for the guys," Mei warns. She and Tahlia then go to what I assume is the pool room.
"This better be worth it, Seina," Choumi says before she and Keiji make their way to the girls and boys locker rooms.
"Just us then!" Seina takes a second to think. "I can't believe I forgot, but apparently there's a system in place in the locker rooms to make sure that there aren't any pervs. Mononeko didn't tell us what exactly it is though."
"Thanks for the heads up," Renkou nods politely.
After that, Renkou and Ayumu make their way to the boy's locker room while Seina goes to the door that Mei and Tahlia also entered. She also forgot to tell us the right room to go through, but it is truly not hard to figure out.
Since I am mostly by myself, and Chika and Sora will not be noticing me anytime soon, I decide that it is best to explore the other room.
When I enter the next room I find out that out of all things it's...a small library. There is not much to the room, with there being two massive bookcases filled to the brim with books made out of the finest wood on both sides of the room. Ladders are nearby the both of them to make sure that everybody can reach their destined location.
Besides the two large bookcases, there is a fireplace in the middle of the room (I will not question how that would work in reality) and two large but comfortable blue couches at each side. There is also a nice circular red rug underneath them and a small coffee table that contrasts nicely against the black carpet of the rest of the room.
Let's just not point out how the walls look and smell like blood.
On one of the couches, there is Ichiko reading a book about...Ainu culture. Is this a coincidence? If she's reading that, then she'll know more about me about my own culture. There are not any books like that in the real world. (Let's just also forget that longing feeling of me also desiring to read that. Figuring out more about my culture will only make things get more...complicated.)
Sachiko is on the opposite side of the couch reading a horror manga known for its surprising lack of jumpscares named Higurashi. There is another horror manga by her named Corpse Party. Pon-chan sits contently on her lap, with Sachiko petting her cat in between flipping through the pages. Osamu is also with her, but he is playing something on a portable game device.
On the other couch, there is Jun and Fubuki, who are reading a book about empathy and psychology together, though Fubuki is pretty clearly zoned out.
Of course, everybody here, including Pon-chan, has one of the collars.
"Oh, Shiro!" Fubuki waves. Jun automatically shushes her and Fubuki pouts. She does not have her mask on currently.
Nobody else in the room acknowledges me, with them being too preoccupied or not wanting to be rude in the library.
Because there is nothing in this room for me to do, I decide to leave. Maybe I can find something more of note investigating the pool area. There has to be more of my classmates in there.
Back in the hallway once again, I decide to go to the pool room (which is nearer to the entrance than the library). I do not need to change just to visit, right? If things are...normal enough, I might even decide to dip my toes in.
I open the door and the sight that greets me is something out of a child's wildest dreams and craziest nightmares.
Instead of the pool just being a normal pool, it is gigantic and has not one, not two, but three different water slides (the first being a smaller one that is red, the second painted red and is giant, and the third being black and somehow having a loop). The entire floor for this room is clear and it is almost like we are all swimming in the stars. It is way too similar to the trial room.
Besides the pool, there is a closet on the left side of the room. The door leading to the small room is left slightly ajar, possibly being unable to close thanks to the sheer amount of nonsense inside. There are a bunch of different swimming toys and flotation devices crammed inside without a thought in the world.
There is also a small jacuzzi that can fit about four people on the left side of the pool, near where I am standing. It would be heavenly to be able to just relax in one and for one moment, forget about all the troubles in the world. However, I notice all the boys are given matching black swimming shorts and nothing else. I don't think I can deal with that right now.
Mei and Tahlia are going up the red slide and Tahlia is studying it closely, probably forming another crazy idea of hers. The people swimming in the actual pool are Seina, Mizore, Natsuki, Kitsu, and Asuka. Weird, I thought people like Rokuro and Kaimaru would jump at this opportunity.
Unsurprisingly, everybody here has a collar as well. Are these things a punishment for how we acted, or part of the next motive?
"Hey, Shiro, do you want to jump in? The water isn't freezing cold!" Seina calls out to me.
"Yeah, the water's fine. I haven't ever been in a pool like this before! They always made the pool at my school gym freezing cold except if you were in the swim team!" Asuka splashes around the water happily. Takes little moments like these to remember participants like her are still children at heart.
"One of us, one of us~" Kitsu chants. After he finishes, Asuka continues his little chant, until they are saying it together.
Natsuki isn't with the rest of them and is just swimming by herself. She is speaking to herself, but it's too quiet for anybody to decipher what she is saying.
I take one last look at the object of my desire.
"You can use the hot tub~" Mizore smirks.
"Fine," I scoff. Only because everybody seems to be in a good mood surprisingly enough.
"Watch out below!" Mei shouts. I notice that she and Tahlia are riding the slide together, with Tahlia holding onto the gamer's back.
Both of them slide down together and make a big splash below. It is so big that the water even made it to me and made all my nice clothes wet. So much for not getting my hair wet. Despite my hair looking thin, it takes hours to dry out.
"Sorry, Shiro!" Mei does not sound sincere in the slightest. Tahlia is just smirking at me.
Those two are lucky that water is not one of my triggers. Otherwise, this would be awkward for everybody.
"Mei, Tahlia, you shouldn't do that!" Seina scolds them.
"In our defense, we actually didn't know that it was a splash zone." Tahlia 'innocently' whistles.
"Tahlia, you're a mathematician just like me. There's no way you didn't know," Mizore corrects her.
"I'll just change..." I sigh. This is going to be a long day, but at least I can relax a little bit in the jacuzzi.
After all, I need to use the jacuzzi before somebody gets murdered in this room. There is just too many ways to murder in this room for it to be ignored by a potential killer. Maybe that's why Seina wants to make sure that it's constantly filled? Then again, we should make sure there is a lifeguard, because it would be unfortunate for somebody to drown accidentally and cause the death of us all.
Who cares about the children making a lot of noise? I have perfected the art of zoning in on myself, even if people are screaming in terror right by me. It's a skill anybody needs to get some time to themselves in any of the Amari households.
"Shiro, you okay?" Ayumu asks. I have been so distracted by the splash that I did not notice Ayumu or Renkou coming in.
"Yeah, I just need to change." Before Ayumu and Renkou can drag this conversation any longer than it has to be, I bolt out of the room and into the lockers.
Wet clothes, after all, are very uncomfortable to stay in. There must be a shirt for me to also change it. Mononeko is shockingly supportive of gender. Usually Despairs tend to act transphobic for an easy win for their despair meter. It's so cheap. Anybody that spends even a minute with the Committee should be used to that behavior by now anyway. After all, the whole world is filled with idiots.
Oh...locker rooms...
What are even the rules of this place? Is it alright for me to go to the men's locker room? People can be...weird about that. It's just better to go gender neutral. Ugh. Anything is better than the women's locker room.
Walking into the gender neutral locker room, I notice that it is nothing special, just a small room with strangely wooden lockers and some showers that luckily have curtains. Sweet, sweet privacy.
Wait, is that a sauna too? Why is there a sauna in the locker room? You know what, it is better not to question it.
"Looks like I have to get another swimming suit. I'm doing so much for all of you today! I'm gonna crash and burn!" Mononeko pops up right in front of me. "I told them to program somewhere to put the swimming suits, but no, they wanted a sauna they can't even use!"
"...Okay, Mononeko..." I just want this to be over with.
"Here's your swimming suit. If anything's wrong with it, just call my name. Adeptus Mononeko," she says in a much lower, raspy voice.
Before I could ask Mononeko what an "adeptus" is, she disappears once again. She gives me swimming trunks that are entirely too tight, but at least I get a shirt. That is more thoughtful than most people in my life. Most people would consider my standards quite low, but I view it as just being realistic.
Thinking about it, my true father would have liked somebody like Mononeko. I could imagine the two of them having tea and complaining about how tired their jobs make them.
I quickly change into the swimming suit that is in fact way too tight for my liking. I cross my arms over my chest and I will never move my arms. Nope. There is also no way I'm calling for Mononeko. Allowing myself to be indebted to her would be a mistake. No way I am allowing anybody to control my actions during this entire game.
I forgot how awkward it is to walk around in a swimming suit. Why would anybody willingly wear one of these outside of going to the pool or beach? I do not understand other people sometimes.
Back to the pool area, I quickly sit down in the hot tub and I will not leave this area. The children in the pool are being loud, but they are not bothering me so it's easy to zone out.
It is best to forget the events of yesterday for this one moment of relaxation.
Let's just ignore all the times Mei splashes water on me and begs for me to join them 'actually swimming, you old fart.'
"Wait, I'm not old! I'm twenty-five!"
"That's an old man, Shiro!"
"Mei, I'm in the prime of my life!"
"You're in denial about how old you are! Actually...it's pretty sad if this is the prime of your life."
"You're pretty annoying for a thirteen year old."
"I'm not thirteen, I'm eighteen!"
Seina and Ayumu sigh as they break up the little fight. I am definitely the one in the right and not childishly petty whatsoever.
Oops. Sorry it took so long to update this. Turns out Michael's was a bitch and I've to look for a new job. They legit wouldn't give me anything more than eight hours a week and told me I would let a shooting happen if I took my break. That was...something else. Also, I picked the absolutely wrong time to move to Alabama. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Also I may have changed literally the entire outline of MoDE again and I redesigned the whole train because I could. Now that should finally get updated more now too (it won't).
The angst will definitely return next chapter. I just needed some happiness, okay?
Reviews~
TheRoseShadow21-Good. Here's a nice break ;)
AnonChan1-It's alright, I know the absolute pain of execution dysfunction. Thanks so much, other than the job situation, I'm doing quite fine. :D Mononeko needs to join an union so she can have her sleep. Mononeko also needs a therapist. Shiro is absolutely confused about why they keep making him wake up at the murder site. I wonder who made it so that Shiro could see Mononeko~ Shiro is going to be destroyed learning what happened in this program before. Kimiko is a special case (I can give you a few hints on the 'Kimiko' mention) and the one that shall not be named is a character we know. ;) Once again, it's alright! Thanks so much for continuing to support this series! It means a lot to me~