Arc: 1

Chapter: 11

Part: 1

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I hope Messa will go easy on her, despite what her boyfriend has done. Now, where on earth is the guy who runs this place?! I really don't know much about hotels, so I'm guessing the guy is somewhere near the top, right? I look around at the hotel rooms beside me. 007, 008, 010 etc...

Ah, an elevator! Let's see how many floors this place has. From what I could tell from the outside, I'm guessing 4 or 5? I walk into the elevator and... ah, it looks like it's 5, excluding the roof floor, of course.

As I'm riding the elevator upwards, I couldn't help but notice that there's no elevator music. I mean I know I can't expect the most luxurious place but the distinct lack of it is really starting to make me anxious. Am I going to stand a chance against this guy? After all, it's because of him that a whole bunch of people were kicked out of the hotel. I guess it depends on if the previous owners were Psynesis users as well...

But, I can't help but feel a degree of... hesitation. It's just like when I first got here! Why is it that I can never do what's right?! That bastard deserved everything that was coming for him, so why should I feel bad?! For fuck's sake, why can't I just be a hero?!

I just... calm down... calm down... My job is to stop all the heinous shit that's been going on around here, since nobody else can. Stuff like punishments should be handled by those who were actually hurt by his actions. What I did to that other guy was excessive, no doubt about it! But that's okay... it was my first real battle, and I didn't know how to control myself. It's okay, accidents happen.

...

Why is this elevator taking so fucking long?!

Ah, finally!

I hardly feel relieved when stepping out of the elevator. Especially because I have no idea where to look! I guess I'll just start walking around aimlessly! As long as I use the room numbers as landmarks, then I shouldn't get lost.

Room 124, 125, 126... As I turn this corner, I should be heading towards where I need to go.

...Wait, what? I'm just walking around aimlessly, I don't know if this direction will lead to the enemy's room. I know I haven't been here before, so why on earth do I feel like I have?

Look, I get this impression that on this next right turn, there will be a potted plant next to a big window that has a direct view of the little bar that the outcasts have set up. I don't know why I have such a vivid image of this in my mind, but there's no wa-

What the fuck. Why is it exactly what I thought? It must be my amnesia. No, that's not possible. If I've been here before, Elizabeth's initial reaction upon seeing me would be a dead giveaway! Well, if my brain has such a clear idea on where the enemy is, then I should just head in that direction! I just need to-

FUCK! What did I just hit by?! It felt like my arm just got sliced open! But... I'm not bleeding?? I don't understand, this isn't going according to plan! You guys shouldn't be rushing him like that, you guys are triggering traps! What? What am I thinking?! Fuck, I'm bleeding! No, I'm not!

Someone... got caught in my ability! I need to deactivate it, but if I do, that bastard will... Damnit! Just calm down... I can feel my hearts beating out of my chest, each in different, incredibly fast rhythms, refusing the synchronize with each other.

I'm... under attack! I need to use my mental defenses! Just calm down... focus on being aware of my own body...

… I can’t do it.

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I remember when I was taken from my family. The feeling of my knees scraping against concrete, the muffled sound of my mother crying out for me when we were each shoved in different vans.

I felt like I was going to another world. Like I was being cast directly into hell. But it wasn't like that. I was in the same world. The "good" world that I used to live in, simply doesn't exist.

Why? How did things turn out this way?

I need... help...

It wasn't long until I realized what happened to this world... was inevitable.

Shut... up...

It makes me wonder if the destruction of that world was inevitable, too...

Shut up.

Who are you?

. . .

Who are we?

I know exactly who I am.

Then say it.

. . .

Do you remember?

Remember what?

The flower.

Oh, the one I have in the box attached to my leg?

It's important, isn't it?

...Probably.

We want to remember so badly what it represents, and who it's made from.

Ah, that's a new piece of information, isn't it?

It was made from someone?

I guess so.

Who am I?

Who are we?

I'm just talking to myself, aren't I?

Just like how I talk with Maribelle.

How embarrassing.

But... it's not true, is it?

You're someone else?

I can barely even recognize my own thoughts anymore...

Someone patched my arm.

That's right... I may be forced into a state of Body's Mind. But, I'm not.

Nothing I'm thinking even makes sense anymore, huh?

So... I'm just going to stop thinking to myself, and try and solve the problem.