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[X] Follow the mysterious figure. Is that Youmu?
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Green and white clothing - is that Youmu? Maybe she is taking care of her gardening duty. She did seem to be very dedicated to her work. But even then, this is a bit strange. She said that she was heading to the kitchen to prepare lunch, didn't she?

"Hey!" Vincent calls out. However, the person simply walks deeper into the garden. How impolite.

He jogs after the stranger. He needs to find out who that person is. Somehow, he feels an odd sense of familiarity. He has seen this person before. He has spoken with this person before. But why is he feeling nervous all of a sudden? This isn't like him.

"Hey, you!" he cries out loudly. "Wait up!"

He can hear the stranger stop in his tracks. Upon closer inspection, he is sure that this person isn't Youmu. For one thing, the person seems to be a man. The stranger is wearing a long green and white set of clothing of Eastern design. He seems to be carrying a pair of long blades at his waist. If only he can see the man's face...

"Argh!"

That pain again - it is cleaving even deeper into his mind. Deeper and deeper it buries itself into his head. With each passing moment, he feels it wedge into his skull like a great axe. He crumples down on the ground. He can't even sit up. The pain is far too great. Why? Why must he feel such pain? Why must he feel such hatred? Why must he feel such sorrow? Why?

Suddenly, several images flash through his vision. There is no sound. There is no color. But he can see it all clearly. A field of spears shining in the sunset. A severed leg, discarded like an old piece of meat. A young girl's doll left forgotten on the ground. Again and again, the same images, as if he was watching an old silent film. But the pain. Why doesn't it stop? This pain is too much. Can't speak. Can't breathe. Can't think.

"..."

He doesn't remember how long he lay shaking on the ground. It felt like months, maybe years. Time has little meaning under that kind of anguish. He waits until he regains control of his muscles and nerves.

"What the hell?"

It feels cold. Get out of here. A chill wind blows as Vincent carefully stands up. Get out of here. Somehow, this sensation feels oddly familiar. Get out of here. It is as if he has felt this sensation many times before.

Vincent looks around. He doesn't see anyone nearby.

[ ] Continue walking leisurely. It must be your imagination.
[ ] Continue walking leisurely. This place is safe.
[ ] Head to the dining room. Lunch should be ready soon.
[ ] Head to the kitchen. Maybe you can help out.
[ ] Return to your room. You need weapons.
[ ] Return to your room. Search your things carefully.
[ ] Custom