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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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... Parents? Sister?

[ Sorry, all of these words are going right over his head. He is giving you the blankest, most confused look he has ever given you out of this conversation to date. ]

I'm starting to feel just a smidge like you're not making any sense. You keep using these words that don't... I mean, what do they even mean? Why is this so complicated?

...Do you not have any family? Like, is your mother dead? Your father? Do you just... Not remember them?

[ Even angels are born in her world. ]

... Mother? Father?

[ He pushes back off the wall and finally scrubs his hair a little, sighing. ]

You're so weird. I already told you... whatever those words mean, I was created by my God. That's... that's it. We all were. All of us angels were made the same way. I mean, we all have different roles, but... I came out like this. I've always been this way.

I think... mmm. You know, Wodahs told me once. About the other Worlds. You're probably... from one of them. They're usually not connected like... like this, though. I mean, I've never met anyone from anywhere but the White World.

[ ... Of course it's not the Gray World yet, it was renamed to that after the war. You know, something he couldn't possibly know. ]

Other worlds?

[ Like how Heaven and Hell are just alternate planes? ]

Yeah, you know. Each one is a separate thing. I don't... really fully understand it, myself. But I know the landscapes are all different, and that they're not interconnected. If you wanted to interconnect that sort of thing... you'd probably have to be a God.

[ At least, he guesses. ]

I'm not really good with complicated stuff like that.