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[The same message is still repeating over and over.]

[ Looking for some kind of off switch! ]

[The off switch doesn't work. Is the record player even connected to a power source?]

[yes hello I am also here]

What's happening?

Oh! Uhm. Hi …

[ AOKO'S BREAKING SHIT ]

I was trying to open the closet door—I think that's where the shadow's lurking, or at least a part of it.

[Stop breaking shit]

Alright, I'll check it out. Stay behind me.

[TO THE CLOSET]

[You open the closet and the entire room changes. What was neat and orderly a moment ago now looks like a tornado has passed through. All the furniture is now in disarray, strewn all around. A layer of debris and filth is spread over the floor, and messages are scrawled angrily on the walls:

Why was I born?

Why didn’t they love me?

What did I do wrong?

If you look closely, you can see the writing instruments that were used to write the messages not far from where they’re written.

Additionally, you can now see a variety of objects in the closet. There’s a small model of a birthday cake, a doll, some strange kind of gun, a throw pillow that has the word “family" embroidered onto it, a small potion bottle, and… a razor?

You think you can glimpse something else at the back of the closet, but something tells you that these items are important. Perhaps you should look through them?]

[HE CAN'T SEE SHIT!!!!!]

[but fine he's gonna check them out]

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[what does he happen to grab first]

[The cake]

[The candles on the model of the cake flicker, very much alive and active. As soon as you touch the model, you receive a memory. As the memory progresses, you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop… But when it does, that doesn’t stop it from hurting. You’re so ashamed and embarrassed and angry that it’s hard to speak.]

[WHAT IS THIS MOTHER!!!!!!]

[lets go of the cake abruptly]

[I want to make a cake in the rain joke but I've got nothing.]

[he's not sure he wants to touch the other stuff, man]

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[ … ! ]

Ah, are you okay?

[ She had been examining the writing on the walls, but at the sound of FALLING CAKE SPLATTER, she immediately heads back over to … … whoever this dude is. ]

Was it a memory?

Yes. A personal one.

[he's not sure he wants to touch the others]

This is invasive.

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[ Natalie :( ]

[ Does anything happen if she touches the writing on the walls? ]

[There's an overwhelming feeling of loneliness and anger.]

[ The loneliness strikes a chord with her. All of that time spent waiting, playing second fiddle to a lousy, two-bit, no good thief … ]

[ Aoko lets out a sharp puff of a breath, and turns to search the wreckage for something she might be able to write with. ]

[If you look closely, you can see the writing instruments that were used to write the messages not far from where they’re written.]

[ TAKIN' ONE ]

[ And writing, carefully—

"Why was I born?" gets: "Because everyone is full of potential, and there is a bright future waiting for you."

"Why didn't they love me?" gets: "Some people don't appreciate what they have, or they don't know how to show it. They should learn, because you deserved better. But more importantly than that: you are loved. Don't ever forget that."

"What did I do wrong?" gets: "You did nothing wrong." ]

[As she writes, the room seems less dirty and more orderly. It doesn't fix everything, but it's a start.]

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[ How else do you stop a record from playing? ]

[ After a moment to consider, she tries to lift the needle. ]

[As soon as you do, it shoots off the player and careens towards the closet, shattering the record and sending the door slightly ajar.]

[TO THE DOOOR]

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