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The last thing you remember hearing is static.

There were words in there, perhaps, quiet whispers like the rustling of leaves, like the crinkling of paper, like rust being scraped off a knife. The words aren't anything you'll remember, but they're there, and there are a lot of them washing over you, and it might be concerning if it weren't so warm where you're lying.

You wake feeling disoriented, like you've been asleep for a long time.

Of course, it's probably odd that you're waking up just now - perhaps you were in the middle of something important, perhaps you were waiting for something, or maybe you were just going about your day, but even before the whispering came you can clearly remember doing something back home. Can't you? Something else. Something that wasn't looking around the room you've found yourself in.

It's not your room, either. Not the one you're used to.

The room here is grey and white and tile; even if the bed is nice (and the bed is nice, it feels like it's been designed to cater just to you, maybe if you keep your eyes closed you can pretend it's a favor), the room itself is spartan and oppressing. The walls are cracked and the floors are in disrepair, but despite that there's not enough noise - it's silent, the quietness of it pressing in on you, and even if you can't see any cameras you get the distinct feeling that for good or ill, someone is watching over you as you get up.

That might be enough to make you move, to make you not want to stay there. But even if you stick around for a while to look around in there, the walls hold firm despite their decrepit state and the pervasive silence isn't going away - if anyone's in the rooms near you, you can't hear them. If you want answers, you're going to have to leave. Be sure you grab the key sitting on your desk on the way out.

Once you step out of the room into the hallway you'll most likely find yourself face-to-face with other confused people who feel as though they don't belong here either. Maybe you'll find something if you explore together; maybe it's safer in numbers.

Wherever you end up going - and there are several places to go - you might want to check the large room toward the center of the communal area of the building. A subdivided foyer is here; at first glance, it even seems to offer you a look at the outside. Of course, once you've gotten over that particular disappointment, you might want to check out the walls, where you'll find some very interesting information about yourselves hanging on the walls. There's some other framed information that you'll most likely want to get a look at as well, seeing as how it could be the key to escaping this place.

Although, speaking of keys... Despite your best efforts, you won't find any doors. The windows you find here and there are far more durable than they should be as well, and any attempts to break out won't work. It seems you're stuck here for the time being.

Maybe your fellow captives have some thoughts on all of this.

Welcome to Beacon General Hospital.

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[...This isn't Setouchi. This isn't Setouchi, and she can immediately feel that something is very different about her body; she's put on a lot of muscle she doesn't remember, yet she still feels pretty light. The bikini is new too- it's a nice rich blue with white polka dots, and it fits her almost too perfectly.

Huh.

The room looks like something out of a horror movie, and the look of the floors makes her wish she had shoes. That's enough of this room, really; it's time to go see what's out in the world.

The first room she spends any amount of time in is the storage room, where she looks everything over diligently with... Entirely too much excitement for a god damn storage room.]

They've got the good stuff! I've never seen this much duct tape in my life...!

[...Well. That's a strange start. The next place she parks her butt in is the kitchen, where she seems to be doing the same act, but instead it's with the meat cuts. She's making no effort to hide that she's drooling. Truly she is a peasant that is amazed by simple things.

But the strangest of her appearances is probably the one in the inner foyer where she... Seems to be examining her butt? That's absolutely what she's doing. When someone else enters the room, however, she looks over at them and exclaims-]

Hey, your face's up here too! What's your name?

[...Sweetie, it's right up- okay.]

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So, you're just starting off your stay here by stealing shit, then? [tbh she kinda respects the hustle]

Have you seen the floors in this place? I can rig a carpet out of cardboard. Whoever owns this place is gonna thank me.

[Ah, the poor downtrodden shoeless life. She's missing school for this--!]

... No you fucking can't. [she's vaguely sure if that was a thing her childhood would've been full of them.]

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