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You wake with the unshakable feeling that you shouldn't be here.

Perhaps you were in the middle of something, perhaps you weren't. Either way, you're waking up in an unfamiliar location with no recollection of how you got here. The room you've woken up in is sparsely-decorated, though that might be difficult to tell at first given how nice the beds are...but eventually you'll notice a few things that are a little...off. Maybe the scent is striking you wrong - it's clean, but it's not yours. Maybe your bed back home doesn't support your back in quite this way. Maybe you should be seeing sunlight through your window by now.

Maybe you should have a window in the first place.

This isn't right, but leaving the room won't give you any more answers. You might want to grab the silver key sitting on your trunk on the way out.

Don't worry though, you aren't all alone here. Once you step outside your room into the hallway, you'll notice that a few others are emerging from their rooms as well. It looks like they're just as confused and concerned as you are. Feel free to talk to them, but none of you know how exactly you wound up here and maybe some useful information can be found by exploring.

If you follow the hallway to its end (and it's a very long hallway), you'll eventually arrive in the foyer. You'll find some very interesting information about yourselves on the wall near the clock. Perhaps even more importantly, if you look on the other side of the multi-pendulumed thing, you'll find other framed information that you might want to pay attention to. It could very well be the key to escaping this strange place, after all. Don't worry if you forget the rules, you can find them in every room of the building.

Of course, search as you might, you won't find a doorway or a window of any sort. Getting out won't be so easy, it seems.

But who knows? Perhaps your fellow captives have something to say about all of this.

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[She's tense and eager for answers, but when she sees Chiyuki standing in front of the profiles with a hand over her mouth, simply staring at the information, concern overrides that curiosity for a moment. She tilts her head slightly as she addresses the woman.]

Is there something distressing about what is written there?

[It wouldn't surprise her; this situation is already distressing.]

I don't know if I'd call it distressing.

[ ...Maybe a little. She's still not sure what to make of her profile, but she at least skims for her company's so she has a name to put to a face. Adelina—that's pretty. ]

"Confusing" might be a better word. [ Definitely that, at least. ] What about you?

[She looks over her own profile and Chiyuki's as well, a small frown on her face. All of hers is certainly accurate, but that's another worry all of it's own.]

It's strange, but I'm more concerned with how they obtained this information than with what precisely has been presented to us.

[ ...WELL. ]

To each their own, I guess. [ She's more concerned about the information, not how it was gotten. How it was gotten is pretty easy—just see someone's memories, bam, you've probably got a good judge of what they like and what they don't. Probably? She'd guess so, what's the point in getting them if you don't—

But it doesn't make any sense for her, because she doesn't... have memories.

...She needs a drink. Where's Decim when she needs him. ] Maybe they asked our family or friends.

[ which is said more for Adelina's benefit than her own, honestly. ]

I don't see why any of my family or friends would have told any stranger this information.

[It's said with another note of thoughtfulness. What Chiyuki's said is definitely a possible answer, but it seems strange to her all the same.]

Would yours have volunteered it if asked?

[ She's caught for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer, before she shrugs. ]

I'm not sure. [ That's truthful enough, so. ] I'd be surprised if any of them knew any of this.

[A pause, glancing back at the profiles.]

Not even that you enjoy ice skating?

I've never ice skated before. [ ...She's fairly sure, it's never come up at Quindecim and...

...and it still feels like there's something at the edge of her mind, but she's pushing it aside just. Just for the moment. There's a lot of things vying for her attention, some nagging feeling about—about who knows what can wait. ]

...How strange. I wonder why they would have placed it on the list.

[A curious tilt of her head, considering. A good explanation doesn't come to mind immediately, though.]

I guess that's something to ask. [ Along with like fifty other questions?? ] There's nothing weird about yours?

[ ...is she really a princess, do princesses even still exist. ]

None of it is inaccurate, no.

[She reads over her own information one more time, shaking her head.]

The only strange thing is how they obtained this information. Some of the interests they specify were cultivated during a time when I was traveling unaccompanied, so I'm not certain how anyone could know such things yet.

I see.

[ ...that is a little concerning, isn't it. ]

...What if he just... has our memories somehow?

[She looks towards Chiyuki with renewed interest, curious.]

How would that have happened, by your estimation?

[ maybe someone upstairs just sends them along and now they're having to deal with the memories of 30 people all at one time. wouldn't that be such a headache though, can arbiters even do their best if they have that much going on. ]

I don't know, but I'm at a loss for how else he could've gotten information no one else would've been able to.

That's true.

[A pause, chewing on her lip.]

I also have to wonder how he was able to bring all of us here.

So do I. It's not easy to get two people to do what you want if they don't want to, even if you ask them nicely—I can't imagine it's any easier doing it with thirty people.

[ That seems like a nightmare. ]

More than that... The place I was in just before arriving here was not at all easy to access. It's hard to imagine someone being able to enter in order to take me from there.

[A sigh.]

Where were you, before this?

My room.

[ ...see, this isn't much better that Adelina's. ]

I live with my associate [ that does sound better than co-worker, that's good ] and I don't think he would've let anyone just pick me up and leave.

[ she's pretty sure. she'd hope so?? ]

I wonder if they had a way to get in that he could not see... Perhaps a window?

[Unfortunately, there are no windows in caves, so that still leaves her own situation a huge question mark, but.]

We don't have any windows. [ so. probably not. ] ...The place is sort of in the middle of the building, so there'd be no point to having one.

[ ...but also she doesn't leave very often if at all, so maybe some floors do, who knows. Quindecim doesn't. ]

Oh.

[It seems a bit strange to her to have a bedroom in the middle of a building, but stranger things have happened.]

I apologize that I can't supply satisfactory answers. This situation is very strange to me.

It's strange for me, too. Don't worry about. [ And—get treated to a little smile, there we go. ] I doubt any of us can find an answer that's really going to satisfy us right now anyway.

[ she just gets more questions than answers the more she thinks about this stuff, so. ]

That's true. The only thing that would satisfy me at the present moment is a clear exit.

[But she doubts, given the effort that went into bringing them all here, that one will emerge so easily.]

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