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WEEK 2
[It is again early morning when the train docks next. This time, however, the dock is not as busy. There are few trains to be seen, and even fewer people. Only a man stands at the dock, teeth sharp in his smile, scelera a deep gold as he stares beneath his fedora.
"Unexpected," he said with a smile. A two-dimensional dog with the head of a scribbled black cloud hops by, ignoring him. "But not unwanted. Do make yourselves comfortable."
This new place is known as Victoria's Chasm, named after an Empress. No, not that one. Her Thrice-Renewed Majesty is quite comfortable on her Throne, and rulled for much longer than 99 days, thank you very much.
In the distance, black begins to erupt like tendrils. Lightning flashes through the clouds. This is the land of monsters; tread carefully. And do not despair, whatever you do.
There are fifteen strangers left in this place.]
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[Towa pauses the conversation to dig a photo out of her pocket.]
I had been meaning to ask, but is this photo yours?
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[Towa gently passes it over.]
Do you mind if I ask you who the others are?
[You know. Besides the obvious one.]
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[It's really heartwarming. It makes her wish that she had a picture of her friends to share with the others.]
Hopefully when this is over, I'll be able to meet them when we get you safely back home.
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