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[CLASSIFICATION: LIMINAL_SPACE] [LOG ID: #TML-SHIGETA-CORP-05] [STATUS: RESTRICTED // PART 5 OF 6] [SUBJECT: SHIGETA-CORP]

[THE CONTAINMENT BLOCKADE: INTERNAL DISSENSION]

Post-arrest, the volunteers met a brutal resistance: the management entity’s systemic denial. They refused the surrender of the subjects, employing bureaucratic inertia to delay and obstruct the recovery.

"These subjects are corporate assets," they claimed, their coldness revealing a desperation to conceal the facility’s dark secrets.

Yet, even within this desperate structure, a fracture of conscience manifested. Former caretakers, repulsed by the company’s nihilistic directive, betrayed their own organization.

These "insiders" provided critical data and clandestine aid to the rescue teams. Amidst the mountain seclusion, a secondary, unseen conflict erupted—a struggle between corporate blockade and the desperate reclamation of life.

[DATA FRAGMENT: 5 /6 - CONTINUING…]

[baphdragula]

CLOSER

Turn around, look at me There is someone watching your footsteps Turn around, look at me

The site was cleaned after we left! All materials were biodegradable and nature-safe!

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Chapter 21: All I Know

“Make yourself useful, Boring,” Dango said.

Boring the mouse appeared at his side, looking as nervous as she usually did.

“Boring has been making herself useful, Dango,” Worthy the dog said, appearing on Dango’s other side.

Dango swiped up something from the ground with one paw. It looked like a dirty rag.

“You call this useful?” he asked.

“I’ve been making them,” Boring replied.

“With your “pen”, I suppose,” Dango sarcastically replied, flinging aside the rag.

“We’ve got this, Dango,” Worthy insisted.

“No, Worthy, I have this,” Dango told her. “You are here merely to guide me. And Boring is here to clean up.”

“Clean up?” Boring echoed.

“Just be glad you are actually useful to me for once, Boring,” Dango viciously answered her. “Rather than just turning up instead of her.”

“You might want to consider calling her something better than “Boring”,” Worthy whispered to Dango.

“I’ll stop calling her “Boring” when she shows me that she’s worth my effort to learn her name,” Dango whispered back.

“I’d rather you didn’t always call me Boring,” Boring said.

“You are named for what you are,” Dango told her. “You are named Boring because you are boring, and Worthy is named Worthy because she is worthy.”

“Do you know why we named you “Dango”?” Worthy asked.

“I don’t even know what “dango” is,” Dango replied.

“It’s a sweet dumpling, served on a stick,” Boring explained.

“Oh I see,” Dango sneered. “I suppose you both think it’s amusing to see me humiliate myself. To see me skewered like a piece of human food.”

“There’s more to it than that, big guy,” Worthy said. “It’s also because you’re actually quite sweet.”

“I thought it was because he’s actually quite soft?” Boring asked.

Worthy started to giggle, and Boring shortly joined in.

“Yes, laugh it up, you pair of hags!” Dango spat angrily. “After I crush this spider, I don’t ever want to see you again, Boring!”

“What about me?” Worthy asked him.

“I can tolerate you,” he answered, somehow making his words sound like an insult.

“Steady with the charm there, Dango,” Worthy said. “I don’t think my poor knees can take it.”

“I hate both of you,” Dango grumbled.

[angelnumber27]

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[CLASSIFICATION: LIMINAL_SPACE] [LOG ID: #TML-SHIGETA-CORP-06] [STATUS: RESTRICTED // PART 6 OF 6] [SUBJECT: SHIGETA-CORP]

[EPILOGUE: THE RESIDUAL ANOMALY]

The rescue concluded, yet the giant facility remains, frozen in a state of suspended decay.

Discarded reagent vials, rusted instruments, and scattered medical charts litter the floors, undisturbed. Time has facilitated the facility’s visceral erosion; vegetation has begun to graft itself onto syringes and storage shelves.

This visual decay is the source of the moniker—"Real-Life RESIDENT EVIL Lab"—given by urban explorers who haunt the site.

Umbrella is a fiction, but this facility in Toyama is a tangible manifestation of human ego—a terminal reminder that a real-world bio-hazard is merely a matter of one miscalculation in the dark.

[DATA FRAGMENT: END OF LOG]

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[CLASSIFICATION: LIMINAL_SPACE] [LOG ID: #TML-SHIGETA-CORP-04] [STATUS: RESTRICTED // PART 4 OF 6] [SUBJECT: SHIGETA-CORP]

[SYSTEMIC COLLAPSE: THE TRAGEDY OF THE 440]

In 2001, the state intercepted. The executive entities were apprehended for violations of the Pharmaceutical Affairs Act. The "Business of Viral Profit" was exposed.

The facility ceased operations immediately, yet the true visceral horror had only just begun. Within the abandoned mountain complex, 440 entities—canine and feline subjects—remained trapped in containment, starved of hydration and sustenance.

It was a mirror of the viral experimentation victims depicted in digital folklore. As the discordant cries of the dying echoed through the mountain dark, volunteers initiated a desperate, clandestine extraction.

Many were salvaged; yet the facility itself, saturated with residual pathogens and expired reagents, was cast aside—a hollowed, cursed vessel left to decay.

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[CLASSIFICATION: LIMINAL_SPACE] [LOG ID: #TML-SHIGETA-CORP-03] [STATUS: RESTRICTED // PART 3 OF 6] [SUBJECT: SHIGETA-CORP]

[THE SUB-STRUCTURE: MALIGNANT EXPERIMENTATION]

Beneath the benevolent mask, Shigeta coalesced into a form resembling the corporate psychosis of its fictional counterparts.

Behind the facility’s secure perimeters, the entity conducted unsanctioned genetic splicing and unauthorized vaccine development.

The management protocol was a dereliction of duty—an inevitable trajectory toward total bio-hazard. Infected needles and clinical waste, saturated with pathological risk, were discarded into the general ecosystem without treatment.

More insidiously, they manufactured and trafficked illicit strains of feline leukemia and canine parvovirus to secure capital. It was the unchecked progression of a mad science, oblivious to legal or ontological boundaries.

But every false kingdom eventually approaches its terminal point.

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[Real-Life Resident Evil facility: The Hidden Legacy of Shigeta Animal Pharmaceuticals]

Location: Toyama, Remote Mountainous Sector.

The Umbrella Corporation is a fictional titan of industry—a monolith of pharmaceutical reach and bio-ontological horror. On the surface, a miracle-maker; beneath, an architect of visceral decay. But the records indicate a convergence: a real-world manifestation of this descent occurred within the borders of Japan. A facility dedicated to illicit genetic splicing and the cultivation of pathogens. Its name: Shigeta Animal Pharmaceuticals.

Originally incorporated as Blue-Juji Animal Blood Center, it presented a sanitized face to the world—a benevolent savior for the domestic animals of Japan. This was merely the facade, the initial state before the degradation of its core.

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