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Walking through the empty hallways, you try to squeeze your questions in between Leonie's tangents, completely speaking past you, it's flustrating. At least it allows you to focus on the security, or lack of thereof. Must be what Leonie said about the inefficiency.
Increasingly tired of her useless chatter you tug at the hem of her jacket, snapping her back to reality. Promptly she scours the area worried, but then looks back. "What is it, cutie?" She asks, affectionately tugging your cheek.
With puppy eyes you mumble through her tugging. "Ws. Gward, why exwctly yow wawted we for towight?"
With your proximity you feel her heart rate rising and she goes pale. "I... I..." She hesitates and stops her affections.
"Did you *hah* want me to clean for you or to help you decorating?" Your innocuous question seems to terrify her and she breaks the hug you both kept for the whole journey.
Frowning, she says solemnly. "You girls don't judge, right? No, not anymore..."
In the blink of an eye your guardian singlehandedly tuckles and pins you to the old wall. Free hand grabs your chin and forces you to meet her stern, sapphire eyes. "Your cuteness seduced me, Aki. I wanted nothing more than to abuse you. To exploit your trust and tarnish your innocence while laughing at the shattered efforts of the authorities! But why you dolls trust so easily?!"
You flop to the ground when she lets you go, utterly shocked by her sudden outburst. Uncertainly, she grabs your hand and forces you upright. "Eh, so pathetic to get emotional over a mere doll... go, girl, the hag's office is right behind the corner. And never come to the barracks after midnight..."
When you finally stand straight by yourself Leonie storms away leaving you alone in the dim light of evening hours. "What doll...?" You mutter confused, but get moving nonetheless. There will be a better time for it all... Better not to anger Ms. Müller anymore, lest you might just learn all to quickly.
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Still a little dazed from the frist close encounter with a guard, you arrive at your destination. The unassuming Birchwood doors at the end of the hallways, guarded by two guards with mashine pistols, stood menacingly still. A small plaque confirmed your worries.
With no other way but forward you pass the idle guards and knock at the office's doors. After a few moments, a mature, distinctly feminine voice beckons you to enter.
The doors open without a squeak and reveal the damnable office. However, things have changed since your last visit mere days ago. Although, a lot have changed in general. The previously neatly arranged bookshelves covering that seem merged with the walls now host dozens of haphazard papers stacks like those in Omnia's backroom. Haphazardly you look up, thankfully nothing seems intent on bonking you in here. The celling orrery - previously static, now slowly spinning to the beat of inside metallic cogs. The office somehow gave off a grandiose, monumental vibe.
