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Where would you hide amnestics? Or, where have you hidden them? You’ve forgotten, but surely it’s just a matter of figuring out what past you did with them? Or would have done? You’re still the same person after all. Or at least you think you are. Probably best not to worry over it.
Now, where could they be? You take a few moments to think, before deciding to look in your room. You don’t really know many other places in the D-Sphere that you would keep something that needs to be hidden. Especially if it’s something like amnestics. No way in hell would you risk those getting found by any random joe.
You get there quick enough, and immediately proceed to search for this supply of amnestics. Going off instinct, you think about where you’d hide something that you don’t want to be found, and then lift up the mattress. Bingo. There’s a small slit in the bottom, and reaching your hand in, you pull out several sealed envelopes. Shaking one you hear a rattling of something that sounds like pills. Guess you’ve found them.
Quickly pulling out the rest, you stuff them into your pockets and prepare to return to Number 5. As you’re about to walk out the door however, you see something in the corner of your eye. You think to ignore it, but there’s something about it that’s almost screaming for your attention, demanding you look at it. You turn, and see something standing across from the doorway to your cell. It’s no D-Boy, that’s for sure. It’s a man, dressed in regular clothing. He doesn’t look like anything much. Hell, he doesn’t even look like he works here. What is he doing here?
You blink, and feel faint.
You feel strange…
You suddenly realise you’re gripping something tightly in your hand. And you’re sweating. You open your palm.
It’s that bottle of pills from before. The amnestics that appeared out of nowhere. You hesitate a moment, then unscrew the lid to check them.
<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-i">5 Pills left. Don’t let them run out…</span></span>
That can’t be right… Before, when you were with Number 5, you could have sworn there were plenty in there. You could hear them shaking when you put it into your pocket, there was at least enough for an entire group of people. But now all you can hear is a few lonely ones rattling together. You look up.
The figure is still standing there. He’s definitely looking at you. Does he want something? Why isn’t he moving?
What will your next move be?
>Try and approach this figure. You better find out what’s going on here.
>Ignore the figure, and focus on getting back to Number 5. Too many funky things happening lately.
>Ask some other D-Boys if they know what he’s doing here. You don’t trust him, but you’re not about to return to Number 5 without backup.
>Write in.