>>40243332A story about Ame, and a missing person's case
>“Did... Did I kill you?”>To this, the image of Ina shook her head, before looking Ame in the eye. The light of the room danced in those violet pools. “I don’t know, detective. You tell me.”>“Don’t play games with me, damn it!” Ame cried.>“But how am I supposed to answer that?” Ina asked. “I’m not even the real Ina. I’m just a figment of your rather hyperactive imagination.”>“Yes, I know! But... can’t you at least throw me a bone or something? Like... how did you die?”>“Autoerotic asphyxiation? What do I know, detective?” the image asked. “I’m just little ol’ Ina.”>Ame could feel veins bulge in her temples. How could her imagination be so... impertinent? “Where have you gone?” >“Into the grim darkness beyond the boundary. Beyond reality and perception.”>“Who sent you there?”>“Why you did, detective,” Ina said. “At least that’s what you’re thinking. Could've been Fred Astaire, for all we know.”>“Could you please stop being a fucking jerk for once?” Ame roared.>Ina’s looked up at Ame, before tilting her head to one side. “Sorry, but how can I take you seriously? You, who’s so desperate for clues, you’re now interrogating your imaginary friend. You’re not exactly building a good case for yourself here.”>“I hate you,” Ame muttered. “You’re complicated and sarcastic.”>“Sounds like a certain somebody I know,” Ina says, before holding up a few fingers. “Let’s see... blonde, cute but is terrible at acting the part... sure, she has a decent figure but there’s just something off about her, you know?”>“Enough,” Ame muttered. 