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You ARE Yui Nakamura. You know yourself well. You couldn't have died, you live! Without hesitation you reach for a document floating right past you.
It's your folder; convenient. And begin to read:
> Old Name: Yui Nakamura (中村優伊)
The paper seems a little damp with moss at its sides, and certain letters blurred, but readable. The name is a match.
> Femsona: Aki Nakamura (中村彬)
'Aki' is as good a name as it could be, and you were forced to do it anyway. Everything else that followed was just strategy... Like how gamers play girl characters not to look at guy's butt, and get gifts. It makes sense, really...
> Sex: male
Makes sense.
> Gender: girl(male)
That's what they call it?! You are a boy. Not a 'girl(male)', 'femboy' or whatever. Again, they forced you to do it. It's strategy... It's not like you like it...
> Ethnicity: Japanese?
It clearly was your homeland, why did they put a question mark in here? Couldn't they bother to even check who your parents were?
> Dutiful Student. Past-time President of the Cleaning club; member of sewing and cooking clubs.
...Strategy.
> Physical Examination Scores:
> 1. Strength: Average
> 2. Dexterity: Average
> 3. Constitution: Average
> Intellectual Examination Scores:
> 4. Intelligence: Average
> 5. Wisdom: Average
> 6. Charisma: High
Better part of average... High charisma? Surprising, but you can take it.
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The text is scratched and rendered intangible. Not that it matters. It's just your background, you don't need it spelled for you, right?
> Notes and Precautions: ...
The rest of the page is torn off. Could have been useful to know how the authorities think.
As you skim over it, there is no surprises, it matches who you think you are.
It IS who you are, albeit they clearly stretched out the 'average' category on the preliminary examinations. That and the dilapidated condition of the thing.
How could they not know that your parents were... And your parents were...? Who were your parents, again? How could you forget such a thing? At least you remember your childhood?
...No. Who were you before this place...?
It seems whatever happened took your memories with it, or at least those beyond this place. Another surprise from this hellhole. Or it's a temporary haze. Hopefully it is...
To distract yourself from the mounting dread you go to next page and you see a list of people; people you've met, and still remember; convenient...
