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> Knock and say it's you. Wait for her and talk through the door. Let her feel secure. [48]
> Aim to convince her it's you.
> Leave the G36 in the bag. Go barehanded. [92]
As you squat by the entrance to Se-young's hideout, you clench the rifle with your palm. It's smooth, metallic frame is comforting with the promise of power it holds... The power that will distress her further. You don't need that now.
Reluctantly you place it inside the duffel bag. As you do, the bloodied stake you used before grazes your hand.
On one hand, it could be useful; either as a reminder of your shared past, or... No. If it comes to it - it's already a defeat. With a sigh and a conclusive zip you get up again. The situation calls for a delicate touch.
Neither a gun, not a spike can restore Se-young's trust in your identity. You are Yui Nakamura. You know this; soon, she will too. Although wading into the room might not be the smartest choice.
The most polite way is to just knock. That's how it was done in Japan back home. At least you think so... No point in delaying, you still have to get back.
With a gentle knock you straighten and drape the bag on your shoulder. Then you wait.
"It's me, Se-young... It's me, Aki." Silence. "Please, open the doors. I brought supplies." Yet more silence. Undaunted, you continue your pleas.
As time went on gentle knocks gave way to flustrated bashes; whispers to contained shouts. For nearly five minutes you attempt to establish contact without success.
As worry starts to creep in you step back and collect yourself. Surely she didn't just leave, maybe- Ah. On the console, right next to the opening buttons, is a large oval button with a microphone on it... The doors in here are soundproof and cushioned. Of course they are! No way scientist could sleep in such a environment otherwise.
Ashamed, you press the large button and muted fizzling emits from the contraption. "Hello? Se-young, do you hear me? It's me, Aki... Can we talk?"
For a moment you lose hope, but a short metallic buzz uplifts you. "I hear you." Comes Se-young's curt reply.
"Are you all right?" You blurt out. "It's really me!"
"I'm fine." The door lock goes on. "Whether you are Aki I knew remains to be seen."
Looking at the red icon, you solemnly whimper: "Please, Se-young, trust me. It's really me!"
After a short silence, she speaks again. "I will believe you. Under the condition you promise me you won't ever mention yesterday's accident, nor question my past. I was weak... Do you agree?"
As if on cue, a horrid croaking permeates the corridor. One you heard before. Like a dream; no, more like a repressed nightmare. Instantly your heart threatens to jump out of your chest and you reach for the doors for support.
It was ALL real. They Killed you. Frantically, you clench your throat and nearly choke yourself right there. "P-please, let me in! let me in! It's... Them, again! Monsters are coming!" You breathe into the microphone. "Se-young, please..."
