>>Struggling to wake up, I open my eyes and blink a few times.
>>My body... Doesn't hurt.
>>Thank God.
>>I don't remember anything at all.
>>Not what happened before I fell asleep. Not where I am or where I was. Not even... Not even who I am.
>>Not even a name.
>>Dammit.
>>I don't get it.
>>I look around the room I'm in. It's just a normal bed room. The bed is clean and comfy. The desk next to me is tidy, not a speck of dust on its surface.
>>The only thing that bothered me was the wall in front of me.
>>In fact, it's no wall at all. It's... A wall of cell bars. As if I were in a nice jail.
>>Jail?
>>Did I do something wrong to get arrested?
>>No, that can't be. That shouldn't be.
>>But then why... Am I in this room?
>>Amidst my confusion, a beep signals on the overspeaker.
"It is 7am. Residents may now roam."
>>Roam?
>>The cell doors open, allowing me to head outside.
>>I might as well go meet other Residents and see what I could learn of this place. And possibly about me.
>>Before I do, I check the drawers of my desk.
>>Nothing in them, not a single trace of anything.
>>Okay, I guess I'll head out. I go through the doors and look around.
>>On the adjacent walls of my room were other cells. One on each wall.
>>Just across my room is a door. It probably leads outside.
>>I'm not sure where to go, but I should at least ask someone about this place before they leave.
>>I go to the cell on the that's right to mine. Oh good, they didn't leave.
>>"Um. Good morning."
# "Hey, what's up." They look up at me, who's standing outside their cell.
# "Oh hey, you're the newbie everyone's been talking about. Mornin'."
>>"H-Hello."
>>"Um, I was wondering... Where are we?"
# "You don't know?"
# "This is the Atmintis Observational Station. They observe us here."
>>"I don't understand. Why do they observe us?"
# "Huh? Guess you weren't paying attention during orientation?"
>>"Orientation?"
# "Oh, I see. You don't have your holder on you?"
>>"My... Holder?"
# "An accessory that holds your memories. You put it on and your memory is stored in it."
# "Everyone here's got a personal one."
>>The jailmate holds up their hands, showing off their gloves.
# "You don't have anything on you, so either you lost yours or someone stole it."
>>This... Would explain my memory loss. But I'm still lost.
# "Long story short, we're here because we all have a secret. Us Residents, I mean."
# "If someone's got a hold of your memories... They probably know your secret and thaaaat would be bad."
>>My secret? It's that important?
>>"Is it a big dark secret that's worth keeping?"
# "The secrets are the reason why we're here, why we're not allowed to leave."
# "But hey, enough about that. You gotta find yours fast."
>>"Thanks, I'll do my best."
>>My secret... What's my secret?
# "Good luck! I'd help but I don't wanna leave. I've got stuff to do, newbie."
>>"Thanks anyway."
>>I turn back around and walk away.
>>At least now I have a mission aside from figuring this place out.
>>I just hope that I can find my memories before I get into deeper trouble.
Every day during lunch, Kollin sees someone sitting in the hall. It’s someone from another class, reading a book with such a pained look on her face. Why is that?
You don’t understand. A soldier fights in an army... Against other armies of people.
Fighters like us fight monsters to defend people. If we were true to that noble title, we would never raise our weapon to other people. So don’t lump us in with them.
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