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[001] → the house
You're aware of a deep, chilling darkness that surrounds you. You're in an unfamiliar basement, and there's a terrible potpourri of dust and formaldehyde that creates the stench of the dank place. There's something like a whisper in your ear, voices speaking in undertones that you can't hear, even though there's really no one there with you. A chill runs up your spine, as if a wind has come through, but the air is still, and the silence all around hangs heavy.
Amid musty boxes, a claw-footed tub, and numerous other things, there stands a girl. She's dressed fairly typically for a girl her age in the 21st century, and for one who is trying to set herself apart. The teenager stands, staring off into the shadows of the room, holding her arms as if she's cold.
"Why am I... here?"
Amid musty boxes, a claw-footed tub, and numerous other things, there stands a girl. She's dressed fairly typically for a girl her age in the 21st century, and for one who is trying to set herself apart. The teenager stands, staring off into the shadows of the room, holding her arms as if she's cold.
"Why am I... here?"
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So Lethe ignores the whisperings, the dank dark, the chill. Her river is hot, but this is fine, too.
"You've been brought here for a reason you know best," she says. "Something inside you drew you here." And after a brief pause, "What was it?"
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The girl blended easily into the atmosphere of the house. It almost seemed like she belonged there. “Hn,” Kadaj merely grinned as he took a confidence step into the bathroom. He met her worriedly confused gaze with that of a confident one. “The same reason the rest of you are here,” he enlightened her. “Your ancestors refused to give the planet to Mother. Now it’s my job to get it back to her.” Kadaj casually ran a gloved finger across the mirror which resulted in a loud squeak. “You,” he waved a dismissive hand at her, “and the rest of your kind, are doomed to failure.”
Kadaj leaned against the sink. “I’m feeling generous,” he maliciously teased. “You can die now, in your own house, in a quick and painless method.” He lifted his chin slightly as to look down on the pathetic sight before him. “Or you can wither away with the rest of humanity once Mother arrives.”
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The girl doesn't particularly stand out to him in the midst of all this, but he turns toward her when she speaks. "Why are any of us where we are? To find the answer, as yourself whether you are here by your own will or someone else's. If you've come yourself, you already know the reason, as it lies somewhere within you, however hidden it may be. If it is another's will that brought you, then that is why you're here."
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