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[ You wake to a comfortable silence, warmth and softness surrounding you. The room is dim, but a little light comes into the room. Should you check, the room has an ornate clock that tells you it is still early-- only a few minutes after seven in the morning. Although it should be no difficult task to assess that this room is unfamiliar to you in every way; your last memories will be a bit herder to focus in on. But the haze will gradually lift and you will be left with a few simple facts.

This bed-- this room is not your own. Nor is it the last place you were.

You are not alone. There are at least two other people sleeping in beds like yours in this room.

Now that you are awake it is time to explore. As you do you will realize just how many others there are in this building. Meet with them and you will probably soon realize none of them know any more than you do. Still-- considering the situation it may benefit you greatly to work together.

It is likely that you will see portraits of some familiarity positioned throughout the building as well as some confusing writing posted in each of your rooms as well as just outside of the Ballroom.

Looking around you will notice that you have practically full reign of the house-- with one exception. It would appear that right now the office is locked. ]

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[ He rolls his eyes. He did GLANCE at some of the profiles, but he didn't really spend too long perusing them... maybe he should have. ]

And? That's not the point. Do you really think everyone is going to care about that? People have better things to be doing. Even if you say you don't want to, do you want to spend the rest of your life here?

There's always a way out that doesn't involve anyone having to die! I believe in that more than whatever promises they might make!

Man, you're delusional. It's almost endearing how stupid you are.

Even if we can't get out ourselves, my friends will be looking for me! They'll tear down this whole place if they have to!

[Part of her is now glad none of them are here-without their powers restricted, it should be much easier for them to get into this place.]

Will they? Or will they do the smart thing and write you off and get on with their lives, like they should? Or maybe... well, you heard our hosts, right? Time doesn't move. How would they even know you're here?

[For just the briefest moment, Eliza grins.] That's where you're wrong! I have friends and family in other worlds as well! [Although...those friends would also be less likely to know what's going on here. Still, it's a source of hope, as she gets a bit angry again.] You don't know anything about them, do you? Once he knows I'm here, my big brother will tear down the doors of this mansion himself if he has to!

And what makes you think that they can't do that to other worlds as well?

[She huffs angrily. She doesn't really have any response to that, but she also doesn't want to let him have the last word. (Although technically I guess Haruka will get the last word.)]

They can't be more powerful than everything! I'm sure at least one of those worlds will be protected! [She wonders just how powerful Zange has gotten now, with Recette's shrine to her.]