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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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[ SOMEONE SURE DID JUST PLACE A HAND ON YOUR TINY SHOULDER WITHOUT CONSENT. ]

Yeah... it can't be right at all. They really failed to capture everyone's good side, don't you think?

[ ... He is taking this far too lackadaisically. ]

Iced coffee, though... mmm, that's not a bad compromise. I mean, at least it's cold. ... The rest of that is total gibberish to me, to be honest. See something ya didn't like, huh?

[ That alone almost gets Conan to jump out of his skin, but instead he just flinches slightly, away from him. Of course, he does note his demeanor in terms of how he's acting in this situation, but that's all in the back of his mind in comparison to everything else, really.

But he tries his best to take a deep breath and speak as calmly as he can. ]

Ah, it's more that... most of this profile's wrong! I'm not Kudo Shinichi, I'm Edogawa Conan.

[ Hey, at least he doesn't linger. And lucky for you, he's wearing gloves. ]

... They got it wrong, huh? Yeah... mine's a little weird, too. There's a name here I don't really recognize. It feels strangely familiar, though. I mean, I know the names of most of my enemies, I... think? The rest is right, though.

Mmm... there has to be some sort of reason behind it, don't you think? That our profiles seem to be off.

... Maybe. I dunno. It's really, really weird. I can't shake the feeling something is really weird about it. It's... it's bothering me, actually.

... The others. Have you asked them about this?

[ He's. Curious. ]

I haven't asked just yet, but if I do see the others, I definitely will.

... Consider it. Maybe we should all talk about it. I haven't found an exit, so if we're stuck here like I think we are, this might actually be important.

[ He's a little worried. Why is this information so prevalent on his profile? ]

I just get the feeling the answer to the reason is nothing good. So your actual name is Conan, huh, shorty? Man, that's a big thing for them to screw up.

[ Thankfully he's going to bring it up later -- he does think that it's important to know, at least. ]

Mm, it is. I don't know why they messed that up, though...

Ask them to fix it, maybe?

If I even see them, I might.

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profiles, im... im so sorry

don't apologize

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