Heartsick

You hear footsteps approach a front door, followed by the door creaking open. (text-colour:#2d4496)[???:] Mama!! The voice of a young child calls out, entering in the house and closing the door behind. It's a "little girl", with a scrape peeking out from the curly bangs on her forehead. Her eyes are watery and she's carrying a socker ball. (text-colour:#2d4496)[???:] I-I slipped on the ball- *hic-* and... ... ... Mama? She looks around, confused. The place is oddly fuzzy and dim, not to mention quiet. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Living room]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Bathroom]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Mom's room]]*] <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/56pmea.png">

Entering the living room, she found no one. (text-colour:#2d4496)[???:] (Mom's usually here...) *TV:* - The TV is off. - Under it, there are a number of tapes, all containing various movies and episodes of children's shows. *Family portrait:* - It's you and your mom, looking happy together. - That dress really sucked though. She said it costed a bit but you'll never wear that thing again. *Bookshelf:* - Mom likes reading a lot. So naturally there's lots of books. - All smart stuff and whatnot. Lots of smart words. For smart people. - Booooring! (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Bathroom]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Mom's room]]*]

She knocks on the bathroom door. (text-colour:#2d4496)[???:] Mama? Are you in there? ... She enters. Of course, there's no one. *Sink:* - You wash your hands, as you just came back home from playing. - You wash the scrape as well. It stings you. (text-colour:#2d4496)[???:] It still hurts... (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Living room]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Mom's room]]*]

You enter mom's room. Not here. (text-colour:#2d4496)[???:] Where are you...? *Bed:* - It's not fair, y'know. How come mom gets to get this big comfy bed all to herself? - There were a couple of times where you pretended you had nightmares as an excuse to sleep on it with her. - Not like dad's here to occupy that spot now. *Drawers:* - Mom said it's not good to snoop into people's "personal spaces". - Whatever that means. *Closet:* - Mom has lots of clothes. But what's the point if they're just forgotten about in your closet? (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Living room]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Bathroom]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Hallway]]*]

You step out of the bedroom, the child worried and defeated. Until, (text-colour:#4e83f5)[???:] How are the results? Her attention is caught by a familiar voice, the one she's been looking for this whole time. (text-colour:#2d4496)[???:] Mama? She walks over to the source, starting to feel relief wash over her. She sees her mom in the hallway, the long, brunette curls of her hair as her back was faced towards her. She held her phone close to her ear while speaking. (text-colour:#4e83f5)[Mother:] ... Ah. I see. I'll look into it. Just as she hung up, the girl threw herself onto her, catching the woman off guard. (text-colour:#2d4496)[???:] Mama! The woman turned around, eyebrows raised high, but the look on her face then softened as she laid eyes on her child. Especially when she looked up at her with those big, sad eyes. Couldn't help but gently smile. (text-colour:#2d4496)[???:] I called for you but you didn't come... I looked everywhere! <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/hgrp95.png"> (text-colour:#4e83f5)[Mother:] ... Eheh... I'm sorry, honey. The girl looked down, pressing her face against her mom's stomach, before looking back up as she spoke. (text-colour:#2d4496)[???:] ... Just... just don't disappear agai-! <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/8ixuyl.png"> <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/5wa6iq.png" width="900px" height="900px"> She was horrified too see her mother's face melt in flames. <h3>(text-colour:#c25c34)[???:] Micah!</h3> <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/dvg1ej.png"> A young man jolts awake in a classroom, startled by the voice that called out to him. His hair was a mess, his glasses tilted, and his eyes tired, with dark circles underneath them. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Whuh- Huh? I'm awa...! He looks around, seeing that the classroom was already empty. The only other person there, standing in front of him, is his professor, Walter Baker. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Class is over, Harland. <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/86s8z4.png"> Micah looks over to the clock on the wall, pushing his glasses up. It was 12:20. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Oh. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Couldn't sleep? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Ahah... Kind of... Micah smiles awkwardly, the professor retains a calm demeanor. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Well, I'll be there if you need to ask any questions. But uhh... ... I... require you to leave so that I can lock the classroom. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Oh, shhh- Sorry! Sorry. Eheh. Micah frantically packs up his stuff - his notebooks, pencil case, and backpack - getting up from his seat, ready to go. *Micah's desk:* - I somehow feel all nice and fuzzy after taking naps on a classroom desk. I don't feel as nice and fuzzy, however, when I realize I missed all the things I did... *Mirror:* - Quite a long mirror. They have a lot of these in campus for some reason. - They come in handy though. *Professor Walter:* (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Do you need something? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] No, I just... uhh... (text-colour:#b51419)[*[["Did you know I was sleeping during class?"]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[["I missed the whole thing, didn't I?"]]*] *Professor Walter (again):* (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] You should get going, Harland. Try to catch up with today's lecture. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Will do... (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Leave]]*]

Leaving the classroom, Micah walks through the hallways, looking around and considering his options. *A pair of girls:* Girl 1: *sigh* I swear, I couldn't pay not even 5 seconds of attention to class... Girl 2: Yeah, Professor Baker's lectures are... pretty damn boring... Girl 1: Some people shouldn't teach if they can't make it engaging at *all.* Girl 2: Preach! (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] (Yeah, no, I don't think these two can help me.) *A trio:* Guy 1: Man, that jock dude annoys the hell out of me... Guy 2: Right? Dude always acts like he owns the place. ... Girl: I mean at least he's kinda good-looking... Guy 1: WHAT. Guy 2: Are you actually serious right now? Girl: Yeah, I said it! He might be a dick but, y'know... At least he's a bit more good-looking than you two. Guy 1: ... Guy 2: ... That was uncalled for. Guy 1: Absolutely. Girl: Okay yeah, I'm sorry... Guy 1: ... I mean, you're not wrong exactly. Guy 2: MARK! (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] *Snort* Guy 1: I saw him picking on some art kid once though... Guy 2: Wow, shocker... Girl: That strange art boy? Guy 1: Pfft, you know how little that narrows it down? Girl: Brown hair. Tired eyes. Soft voice. Weird stare. I have a class with him. Guy 1: Oh yeah, I think we may be thinking of the same guy. How'd you know? Girl: I dunno, he just seemed like... the type who would've been bullied? Y'know what I mean? Guy 2: Yeah, that is true... Micah frowns. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... *2 guys:* Guy 1: Have you seen Noah today? Guy 2: Yeah, actually. He showed up today. Didn't explain himself, I couldn't even talk to him! The dude disappears, doesn't contact us, and comes back acting all weird?? What the fuck happened??? Guy 1: Heh... Doesn't sound like the flu to me. But seriously, what's wrong with him? Guy 2: No damn clue. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] (... Again...) Micah stares at his reflection on the mirror nearby, arching one eyebrow at his messy bedhead hair. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] (Okay, maybe I shouldn't walk around like this.) He scavenges his backpack, taking out a hairbrush and pulling at his curly locks with it. Ow. Ow... Yeah, his hair is rather matted. Continuing to look around, Micah makes a turn, until he spots a certain classmate of his. <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/if49j9.png"> (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] (Is that Chloe?) Hey! He approaches her, trying to catch up. <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/u79dth.png"> (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Uh... Hey, man- girl- uh, Chloe. Haven't seen you in a bit! S-say, I missed out on quite some stuff today, sooo... would you mind if I asked to borrow your notes? (Ugh, get it together Mike...) Chloe halts her slow, mindless steps, just standing there... Just... standing there... menacingly. Micah looks confused. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Chloe? ... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] You good? Finally, Chloe slowly turns her head towards him. Though, Micah immediately notices something wasn't quite right. Her eyes are blank and unfocused. Her *whole expression* is neutral. And once she spoke, her voice was emotionless. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] Yes... I'm alright. ... What did you say again? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Uhh... Your notes. I'd like to borrow them. Please? (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] My notes... ... My notes... ... She stares down at the notebook in her hands. Then hands it over without another word. Micah smiles, trying to be polite. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Thanks! Uh, promise to return them by the end of the break! Micah quickly tries to walk off, but accidentally bumps into Chloe. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Ah- whoops, 'scuse me. Hehe... She has no reaction, which makes Micah pause awkwardly, but he simply continues his way. He can still feel Chloe's eyes on him. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Study]]*]

Micah had entered the center building, to the place any person with common sense would go to study. The library. However... <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/uqr9j1.png"> How come they were letting these guys just make all this noise? A group of jocks are hanging out in one of the tables. Not studying, not reading, no they are just chatting in probably the loudest way a group of people would, without a care. One guy especially is bragging to the others about things that probably didn't even matter all that much, with his feet *on the freaking table.* Micah is starting to feel a headache form. It's not helping the fact that he's already tired. He drops his head onto the table, groaning in annoyance. But it doesn't take long until he begrudgingly lifts it up, shuts the notebook, and gets up and leaves. Well, what now? Where else could he go to that wouldn't be so inconvenient? the light bulb flickers on in his head. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... I might as well. --- Inside an art class, a certain art student among others sits on a table. Brush in his hands, covering a piece of paper with popping colors, unfinished however. There's some jazz playing in the background, quiet enough to blend in with the atmosphere. And of course, there's the distinct smell of acrylics. His hands are stained with paint, his eyes focused on the piece he was making. Though, he starts getting increasingly frustrated the more he looks at it, and he starts gripping his brush hard, as if nearly breaking the handle. A knock on the door. It creaks open. (text-colour:#633528)[???]: Oh, it's you! Micah, right? Came to sit with your friend again? Come on in! Micah sits next to the student, roughly placing his stuff on the table. The other boy seems a bit startled, but relaxes as he looks over to see Micah. Micah sighs. <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/37quyd.png"> (text-colour:#712bab)[???:] ... You look terrible. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I'm more aware than I would like to be... Micah opened the notebooks, taking out his pen as well. In the process, his eyes wander to the guy's paper. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] What'cha paintin'? Micah looks over to see that it's a hill, standing tall over a city, below the night sky. Shining stars and bright lights, a warm presence in the cool wind. There are 2 blobs standing on the hill, with pointy ears on top of their heads and a tail, one seemingly rubbing onto the other. Micah's pupils dialate. <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/744tff.png"> (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Kibtys...? (text-colour:#712bab)[???:] It's kitties. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Kitties...! Awwwww, they're adorable together! Kinda romantic... Didn't take you for the type, Sammy. Micah says that last part smugly, teasing Samuel and leaning closer. Samuel seems a bit embarrassed as he looks away. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] It's just 2 cats being cute. Micah pats him on the back, resisting the urge to laugh. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Yeah yeah, I'm just pulling your leg. (text-colour:#633528)[???]: Harland. Micah flinches at the sound of the professor's voice, just a little bit more stern now even if still light-hearted. He didn't need to say anything, Micah already got the message. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Sorry, Mr. Drew. Yes his last name is fucking "Drew". Ahem, anyway, the two boys pay their attention back to their work. Micah can actually take notes in peace now... Though, the thing about Chloe he's still curious about. Still looking at the pages, he continues to whisper. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Do you know Chloe? (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... Which Chloe? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Chloe... Brooks, was it? Yeah, it's Brooks. She's at the top of the psychology major, I think. ... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] I can't talk to anyone who isn't you, Mike. And... if she's in your major, shouldn't you know more about her than me? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Okay well, just because I'm an extrovert doesn't mean I socialize *all the time* with *everyone.* And even with that, have you not at least noticed something like... ... someone being absent and then coming back all weird? (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Not... exactly? I don't know anyone here well enough to determine for sure. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Well it's really damn weird, and I don't like it. And for some reason it's no big deal?? I mean, you said it yourself that you didn't pay much mind to it. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] I guess... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Micah's eyebrows had furrowed, scribbling on his page in thought. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I'm gonna talk to Chloe again later. If anyone, she would be one of the few who knows why, right? (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] I'm not sure if it's that simple... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Doesn't make it not worth a try, does it? (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] I suppose not. ... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] You can tag along if you want. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] You can just say you wanna hang out. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Pfft, forgive me for trying to be subtle then...! Sam smiles just a bit. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Either way, I'm not saying "no". (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Break]]*]

(text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Of course I did. But you looked... ... awful, to be frank. So I decided to just let it go for once. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Oh. Thank you, sir. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Try not to do it again. I'd rather not see you fail. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Yes, sir... (text-colour:#b51419)[*[["I missed the whole thing, didn't I?"]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Hallway]]*]

(text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] You missed around more than half of it, yes. But the slides are online. I'll upload them tonight, but they won't make sense without context. Try to copy notes from one of your classmates. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] *sigh* Yeah, that seems fair. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] You don't happen to be sick as well, do you? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] No no, I'm alright! Like I said, I just didn't sleep well. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] That's good. Glad the flu's not spreading a lot. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Yeah... Sure sucks. Micah didn't seem to buy that for some reason. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[["Did you know I was sleeping during class?"]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Hallway]]*]

Sam's class reached an end as well. The two are walking together outside, making their way back to the center building. Micah has a can of cola in his hands, chugging it down his throat. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... This may have been a mistake, actually. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] What do you mean? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I thought the sugar might make me more energized but I think I'm just gonna feel sick later... Again. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] You don't have to drink it, you know. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] But I bought it already! I'm too committed. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Do you want to or not? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... ... Not... really... Sam puts his hand out. Micah looks conflicted, taking another sip to make sure of his decision... and does end up handing it over to him. Sam wipes the top with his sleeve before taking a sip. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Why didn't you just get coffee, anyway? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Coke was more convenient. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] And yet, you only ended up wasting your money... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Gee, rich coming from the guy who spent *his* for a pricey set of "alcohol markers" that you never even used again. Sam is embarrassed again as his eyes widen. Micah smirks at him. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] In my defense, they were harder to use than I thought... Micah chuckles. --- We're back to the library again. Chloe's standing in front of a bookshelf, simply gazing. She looks... lost. Though, she then gets a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she sees Micah and Samuel. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Hey! Thanks for the help. He offers her notebook back. It takes a moment for Chloe to react, taking the notebook from him. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Yes. Of course. Sam observes curiously. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Uhm... Well, actually, I have another thing to ask of you. Look, I know we haven't talked a lot, but honestly... you're acting a bit weird. Y'know, since you reappeared. The professor said you got sick, but did something happen while you were recovering? Chloe seems to tense for a second. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... ... ... Sam's eyebrows knit together, but he stays silent and lets Micah handle it. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Chloe? (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... ... No. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] "No"? Is that it? Why the long pause? (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Micah frowns. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Chloe, please? This is pretty concerning, you know! Only a few days ago I saw you being all friendly. We're pretty much strangers, but... I'd still... like to help? Micah himself wasn't even sure if that was exactly true, but if it's required, why not? Problem, however, is that Chloe's still staying silent with that thousand yard stare. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Micah's expression hardens a bit. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Okay, last chance, Chloe. This is possibly dangerous stuff that you're keeping! (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Mike, maybe you shouldn't keep pressing her- (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Okay, I didn't wanna do this, but if we have to do things the hard way... The lights go out. Only a second or two passes, and suddenly, all 3 of them are sitting in front of a table. Everything else is dark. Sam is surprised, Chloe is still staring blankly, but Micah looks determined. He pushes his glasses up. Standing, he slams one hand on the table, the other holding a phone with its flashlight shoved onto Chloe's face instead of like a ceiling light, to which she finally recoils and closes her eyes to *not* go blind. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] then I'll *have* to force the information out of you! (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Hey. Hey. Sam interrupts, pushing the phone down. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] What... are you doing? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Uhh... Micah pulls Sam close to him, facing away from Chloe and whispering. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Look, I know this is harsh... and a bit ridiculous... but, this is not just about Chloe. This is and has been affecting other people, I wanna know why! What if... Micah trails off, looking to be at unease. Samuel seems to think about it, before sighing. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Well, I trust you. Micah pats him on the back again, grinning. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Nice! Thanks, man! (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] I didn't do anything. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Yeah, anyway. Now... Micah and Samuel turn back to Chloe and sit back down. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Let's get the beans out of her somehow. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Question]]*]

<img src="https://files.catbox.moe/2s6avc.png" width="1100px" height="350px"> Welcome to (text-colour:#b51419)[Heartsick!] Text starting like *this:* are dialogue for the things you can interact with in a room. Text starting with "-" is in-game narration, to seperate them from the script narration. The pictures are not an exact representation of what's happening or what it's gonna look like in the game, more like a rough idea. Most of them were also made before this was actually written. <h3>(text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Chapter 1]]*]</h3> <h3>(text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Chapter 2]]*]</h3> (You probably shouldn't bother yet with chapter 2)

(text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Chloe looked away. (text-colour:#2d4496)[*[["Silence only makes you more suspicious!"]]*] (text-colour:#712bab)[*[["You were resting in your dorm, correct?"]]*]

That seems to hit a slight nerve in Chloe, as she clutches her sleeve. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... You're not denying anything, are you? You know you can't hide from this! (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] *Shut up...* Chloe mumbles. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I'll shut up once you answer me-! (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] **SHUT UP!** Chloe snaps at him, curling into herself defensively. Micah backs off, realizing he came off too aggressive. He awkwardly apologizes. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean to do that. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Hey. Maybe let me give it a try...? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Hmm. Sure. Go ahead, Sammy. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Question]]*]

(text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Chloe seems to relax slightly. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Yes. Samuel has a bit of trouble thinking of something else to say, looking down and fidgeting his hands. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Umm... A-according to Mike... I mean Micah... you got sick. And... you have a roommate, right? Samuel's more soft demeanor seems to put Chloe in a little ease. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] I... do... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Who is it? (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Morgan... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Morgan who? (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] Rowe... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] And... they can vouch for you, I'm guessing? Chloe tenses again for a moment. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Well? (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... (text-colour:#712bab)[*[["If you don't wanna talk about it..."]]*] (text-colour:#2d4496)[*[["You weren't in your dorm."]]*]

<img src="https://files.catbox.moe/vnlsm2.png"> <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/jtghoa.png"> (text-colour:#b51419)[*[["So where were you during your absence anyway?"]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[["What's with the weird act?"]]*]

Chloe pulls at her sleeve harder. She opens her mouth slightly for a second but nothing comes out. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] You don't have any reason to be hesitant, do you? Micah smirks (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Well, at least that's one thing we've got clear. I mean, who recovers from the flu in like 2 days without any remaining symptoms, anyway? You weren't sick. It was all just a bad cover-up. *Crack* Chloe's visibly uncomfortable... Congrats, you got one crack out of her. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Question]]*]

(text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... you don't... really have to. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Chloe’s posture loosens, but her gaze is still empty. She exhales slowly, relieved. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Then I won't... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Oh. Micah stifles a laugh. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Pfft- What were you even expecting with that? (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] I don't know! I guess I went *too* soft... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] It's alright, man. We'll just try again. Chloe remains unresponsive, slipping back into her daze. She doesn't move. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Question]]*]

(text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... I'm tired. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Seriously? You can't expect us to buy that. Chloe doesn't seem to care. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Micah looks puzzled. Samuel still has a neutral expression. (text-colour:#2d4496)[*[["Hiding this isn't benefitting anyone"]]*] (text-colour:#712bab)[*[["You need to tell us"]]*]

(text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] I'm not hiding anything, I said...! (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] We know you are. What's the point of it? (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] I told you... there's nothing wrong... You're making it up... Using me to play detective... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Okay now you're just trying to gaslight us. Chloe grits her teeth. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Micah and Samuel look at each other, concerned. (text-colour:#2d4496)[*[["Talk to us or else..."]]*] (text-colour:#712bab)[*[["Our intention isn't to hurt you."]]*]

Legs swinging back and forth in a white room. Samuel is looking down at his fidgeting hands, sat down on a chair. ???: I just really wish you'd accept my help, Samuel... In front of him is a woman, with her hair in a big bun and a white blouse on her. She had a clipboard in her hands and a pen. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] I came here for an education, not therapy sessions... Why are these necessary? ???: We just want the best for our students! We know how stressful college and young adult life can be. So we're trying our best to help get through. Especially for... more troubled ones like yourself. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... For the last time... I don't need anything. I'm sorry, but it's just not your business. Please? The woman looks troubled, seeming to be in thought for a couple of seconds. ???: How has the medication been affecting you? (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] They don't work. ???: Is that so? Looks like you'll need a different prescription then... The woman jots something down on the clipboard. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] I don't... Samuel trails off, knowing it was pointless to argue. He mildly looks mad.

(text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] The only one hurting you here... is yourself, really. As rude as that may sound... We're... not any sort of authority, that's true, b-but we can... take this to those who are if needed. Y-you don't have to... keep it to yourself. *Crack, crack* (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Question (2)]]*]

(text-colour:#b51419)[*[["What happened?"]]*]

(text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] What happened to you, Chloe? And why is it being covered up? *... Crack...* *... Crack...* ... (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... I'm wasting too much time... Just as you expect a shatter, Chloe suddenly untenses again, and gets up from the chair. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] I need to go study... Micah's eyes widen, and the lights all come back as if the whole scene was disrupted, revealing that they were still in the regular ol' library this entire time. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] W-wait, seriously? Seems like she is, because she's turning on her heel and slowly walking away. Micah gets up as well, reaching his hand out. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] N-no, wait! You can't leave yet! Chloe doesn't seem to care. Micah wants to stop her, but is aware it's not his place to be *that* pushy even with the stuff he did earlier. He lowers his hand. Though, just as he was about to let out a sigh... Chloe stops. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... But... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Huh? Micah's attention is caught. Chloe looks back at the two. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Have you... seen Angelina? The two look equally confused, looking back at each other again. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Angelina? (Why do I vaguely feel like I've heard that before...?) (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/56lykx.png"> (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] She was... with me... I haven't seen her since... There's a witness?! (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] She was with you? She knows what happened? When did you see her last? Chloe's disappointed. (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... That's a "no"... She goes back on her way. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Wait! We can help find her! Chloe! But she's gone. Micah drops back onto his chair, slouched in disappointment... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Damn it... ... He straightens his posture, thinking. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Man, I kinda feel like an asshole now. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... Maybe we are. We're not her friends, we're not her professors, we're not the cops. So what gives us the right? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Well, they don't seem like they care! (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] So why do you? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Micah... doesn't know the answer to that one. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... It's... ... the right thing to do... is it not? At least it seems that way to me. Like I said, this... seems bigger than Chloe. ... Samuel chuckled slightly. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] And since when are you some kind of enforcer of justice? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Pfft- Shut up! Micah cracks a grin, lightly punching Sam on the shoulder, to which he softly chuckled more. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... But, seriously. I was doubting you, but... ... now I'm starting to feel like you may be a little right... This might not be just a personal issue. Another person was involved, and... she's still missing? The two sit in silence for a second... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] What now? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... We search for clues, I suppose? Ask around. This Angelina girl is our only lead. Micah gets up again. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Let's go! (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Roam]]*]

Samuel says as he sat up, slamming the table and intimidatingly staring at Chloe, who stared back with a stare that just slightly more dead. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Their staring gets increasingly intense, neither of them blinking or even fazed. In fact, Chloe seemed to relax slightly, despite the silence between them still being unnerving. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... (text-colour:#8dc232)[Chloe:] ... Eventually, Sam gives in, blinking and rubbing his eyes that teared up from not blinking for that long as he sat down. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Auh... How is she not blinking at all? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Pfft, well I be damned. Never have I seen Sam beaten in a staring contest. Samuel looks embarrassed about the fact that he just did that. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Question]]*]

... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Or else... ... Or else... ... Uhh... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Mike... Let's not. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Okay yeah, that was a bad idea. Seeing them act like idiots puts Chloe at more ease. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Question]]*]

*Bookshelves:* - Lots of books in this place... naturally. - All smart stuff and whatnot. Lots of smart words. For smart people. - I've picked up some interesting ones from here. *Samuel:* (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] So uhh... where should we even start? (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Hmm... I guess we could start with the psychology majors. Since that's the only thing we have so far. Maybe Angelina's one too. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] That would explain why the name's sort of familiar to me... *Samuel (again):* (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... Hm? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Oh, nothing. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Then why are you staring? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Why, is it fine when you stare at me all the time but not when I do it? Sam blushes, eyebrows shot up. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] You noticed?? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Of course! You're not slick! Samuel looks away, clutching the edge of his crocheted vest. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... Sorry. Micah grins. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Hey, it's cool! No worries. *Jocks:* - You really don't wanna interact with these guys... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] They just... allow this? This is a library. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Hey, it's St. Evelyn. What do you expect? (What the hell is mom doing...?) (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] I guess that's tru- Samuel's eyebrows then shoot up, as if he realized something. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... ... Let's just go. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... (I should ask him about that sometime later.) *Library attender:* Attender: ... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Hey? The attender looks up, with an unamused expression. Attender: ... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Are you not gonna stop those guys? Attender: ... The attender just completely ignores him, looking back down at their book. Micah looks irritated. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... (What a lovely attitude...) (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Leave library]]*]

Micah is back in the earlier hallways, but with Sam this time. *Peppy student:* They're standing in the hall in front of a corkboard, humming along to the music playing in their headphones. Micah and Samuel walk up to them. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Excuse me! The student continues walking and humming, not noticing him. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Excuse me. More humming. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Micah looks back at Samuel and rolls his eyes. Samuel gestures him to tap them on the shoulder. Micah resorts to it, which snaps them out of their headspace. They pull their headphones down and look back at the duo. Student: Oh, sorry, got too caught up! Ya need somethin'? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Yeah, it's alright. Uhh. Do you know anyone named Angelina? Student: Angelina? I think I've seen her around... You mean that blonde girl? I always saw her and Chloe hang out. I don't think she's around right now though. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Sounds about right. Can you tell us more about her appearance? Student: Why are you asking? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Uhm... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] W-we’re supposed to meet her for... a project... but we don’t remember what she looks like... Student: Oh, I see! (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Whew... Student: Well, like I said, blonde hair, pretty long. I think she had pink eyes? Always wears make-up. And she always carries this tote bag with her. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] (Huh... Yeah, I think I've seen someone like that.) Great! Thanks! Student: No problem! See ya! The student puts their headphones back on and continues their way. Micah sighs in relief. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Nice one, Sam! (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] I hate the feel of tote bags... *Four dudes hanging out:* (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Excuse me! The guys look at the duo, raising eyebrows. Sam looks a bit intimidated by their looks. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Do you guys know this girl named Angelina? Guy 1: Ahaha! Oh, you might not wanna mention that name in front of 'em. He points at Guy 3, causing him to roll his eyes. Guy 3: Oh, shut up! I'm over her, alright?! Guy 1: Really, now? Guy 3: Really! Guy 4: C'mon, we all know you still have a grudge against that Trent dude. Guy 3: I just don't get what she sees in him, that's all! Guy 2: Eheh... Relax, Noah. It's not like they've still gotten together anyway. They all laugh except Guy 3, who has his arms crossed. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Uh-huh... This doesn't really help Micah. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Hmm... Are we sure it's the *same* Angelina? The laughs pause. Guy 1: Well... it's Angelina Barker, right? Guy 3: Parker! It's Parker! Guy 1: Yeah, whatever. Guy 2: Yeah, she's got a bit of a reputation. If you're thinking of an Angelina, it's probably her. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] (I guess I'm just gonna have to assume.) (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] *Can we go now...?* (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Alright, thanks! Guy 1: Try not to piss her off! *(After talking to these guys, Micah will always say "Angelina Parker" instead of just "Angelina", unless you talk to these guys last.)* *Gross couple:* Some girl and a guy are cheesily flirting with each other. The guy is ridiculously tall, especially compared to the girl, and he has his hand around her waist. Guy: You're so tiny, I could probably throw you around so easily. The girl looks flustered, holding her books tightly. Girl: I'm not that short... You're just built like a skyscraper. Guy: Haha! The guy pulls her closer. Guy: Good. I like it that way. The girl puts her hand to her cheek. Girl: Ugh, Jackson!! The guy chuckles smugly. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] *... Ew.* (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] (Do I even want to?) You have 2 options. "No" & "Someone put me out of my misery". Once you pick either of them, Guy: What are you staring at? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] (God fucking damn it.) Nothing. Well- actually, uhh... Guy: If you wanna get her, she's mine. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] (I DON'T WANT YOUR BELLA SWAN ASS BITCH!!) (Wait why does it sound kinda wrong when I say "bitch" now?) Samuel frowned slightly, eyebrows furrowed. They whisper to each other, (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] *Micah...* (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] *I'M NOT INTERESTED!!!* Ahem... No no, just... wanted to know if either of you knew a girl called Angelina? Angelina Parker. Girl: That ***BITCH?!*** Everyone was taken aback as the just girl did a whole 180. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Uhh... Yeah...??? Girl: Ugh, that FUCKING SLUT! I swear I'll get her ugly ass for spreading all that *gossip!!* **I DON'T DO COKE, DAMN IT!!!** ... Okay well, maybe I do, but I can't have anyone knowing that!!!! How the fuck did she even find out?! It was that fag Salem, wasn't it?!?! He told her!!!! The girl started pulling her hair, breathing heavily in rage. Guy: Hey, now... That's not a good girl... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] *HURK-* Micah almost felt himself throw up, but this seems to snap the girl out of it. Girl: ... Ohh, I'm sorry, Jackson! I don't know what got into me... Guy: Eheh... My, I can't take you anywhere... Samuel seems used to this stuff compared to Micah, but he's still pretty grossed out. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... Mike, I think we should just... go back to our own business. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I can't agree more... ... *sigh* You'd think people would have left that shit behind high school by now. Or even better, in their terrible fiction. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Some take a while to grow up... I guess. ... Then again, I'm the one who... still sleeps with stuffed toys. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Still infinite times better than whatever the fuck that was. *2 Girls:* Two girls are leaning on a vending machine. One is practically asleep, leaning onto the other, who is simply on her phone and is constantly pushing her off. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Excuse me! The sleepy girl (Girl 1) is startled awake, the other (Girl 2) looks up from her phone. Girl 1: Huh...? *... Zzzz...* Girl 2: What do you want? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Do you know a girl called Angelina Parker? Girl 1 is barely awake. Girl 2: Angelina Parker...? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Has long blonde hair and pink eyes... Seem familiar? Girl 1: Angie...? Girl 2 looks back on her phone. Girl 2: Don't know her. Girl 1: I think I... ... *... Zzzz...* (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] You think you what?? Girl 1 flinches awake again. Girl 1: Whuh?? Oh, right, ehh... I think I saw a chick like that a couple of nights... *yaaaawn* ago... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Can you tell me more?! Micah raised his voice excitedly. Girl 1: Eh? Well, uhh... Hhh... *... Zzzzz...* Girl 2 looks over to her, annoyed, and hits her with her elbow. Girl 2: Just get it over with already. Girl 1: Ah! Sorry, hehe, umm... She was... with this brunette girl in the dorm halls... who had like... a braid, I think...? And like... Professor Baker walked up to them and... they chat. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] (Professor Baker?) ... And? Girl 1 almost falls asleep again until she flinches awake again. Girl 1: Huh? Umm... I dunno... I went on my own way... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] (Damn it.) Girl 1: I don't think... I saw either of them in class the next morning... ... Looking back, it was... *yawn* pretty weird... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I see... Well thanks! I hope you, uhh, get some good rest. Girl 1: Bye byeee...! *Zzzzzz...* (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] That is... worrisome, isn't it? Micah looks contemplated. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... *(You can't get info out of these girls if you haven't talked to the peppy student first.)* (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] *sigh* That was... more exhausting than I thought it would be just for a couple of people. But I think we've got most of the info we need. Because we've got quite a lead... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Do you really think one of the professors was involved with this? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] It's the only thing that makes sense right now. But ether way, it's possible he knows something. ... I need to speak to him. --- Professor Baker is sitting in his office, typing some stuff on his laptop which sat on the desk next to some papers. The door is left slightly open, showing he was avaible to speak to. But Micah decided to knock anyway before coming in as the door creaked. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Professor? Baker looks up, pushing up his glasses. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Harland. What brings you here? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Oh, you know... Just wanted to ask about some stuff I thought was important. They don't relate to class, though... The professor leans forward. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] I'm listening. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Sooo... It's about Angelina and Chloe. The professor's hand twitches slightly. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] You said they were sick? (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] ... Yes, that is correct. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Both of them. At the same time. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] One of them seemingly spread it to the other, I can imagine. Those two are rather close. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Uh-huh... And about this sickness that's been spreading... How come no one else is informed about it? (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Hmm... I'm not sure myself. It's their choice, not mine. I'm unable to tell what they're doing while they're gone. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] So you're just telling me it's all a coincidence? (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] ... Is there something you're accusing me of? The professor stands up. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Well I apologize, but I myself am quite confused about this situation. But... He put one hand on Micah's shoulder, smiling softly. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Thank you for informing me about your concern. I've been starting to feel like I'm the odd one for being suspicious about all of this myself. And I'm glad you show such care towards others. I will inform your mother about this phenomenon. Micah looks a bit uncomfortable though. And the professor notices, so he backs off. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Ah, my apologies. I did not mean to overstep any boundaries... I just wanted to reassure- (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I heard you were with them the last time they were seen. The professor's taken aback by this. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] ... Who told you that? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Why? Are you afraid they're correct? ... (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Watch your tone, young man. *sigh...* Yes, they are correct indeed. I had to briefly speak with them on a matter. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] What matter? (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Unfortunately I cannot disclose that. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Personal business at night in the dorm halls? What's a professor doing in a situation like *that?* (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Harland, professors are allowed to speak with their students. The time and place may not suit your imagination, but I do not owe you an explanation beyond that. I don't owe you an explanation for any of these claims, especially without any proof provided by you. The way you're acting right now is honestly ridiculous. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I'm sorry but do you not realize how suspicious all of this makes you- (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] *Harland.* The professor raised his voice a bit, shutting up Micah... He took a breath and calmed down quickly after however. <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/0689ns.png"> (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] ... Class is starting soon. You better get going. I have some work to do as well. If you continue to show such disrespect, I'm afraid it'll cause you to get in trouble. Micah clenches his fist in frustration, knowing nothing good will come out of continuing to push. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... He turns around and leaves the office. Samuel is waiting in the hall, in his own head. For some reason, he softly giggles to himself just a little bit under his sleeves. Not like a cute giggle, it's actually a little creepy. Especially with that very wide smile on his face. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Ehehehehe... *God, what am I thinking at a time like this...?* (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Ugh, that bastard! Sam is startled as Micah comes out of the office. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... It didn't go well, I'm guessing. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Dude just kept flaunting his authority over me! I got pretty much nothing! (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] That's... good, actually? It just confirms more that he's suspicious. <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/gpyykq.png"> (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I know that... Still pissed me off though. And it's not like we got any more leads. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] We could... try asking around more people? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] If that helps, then yeah I suppose... But I'm starting to kinda doubt it. Micah says that as he checks his phone. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] He was right though... We gotta get to class soon. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Ah, right. And so the two start walking down the hall. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Hopefully I don't fall asleep this time... (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[After class]]*]

Sam and the other students are leaving the classroom, his eyes on the ground, until he almost accidentally bumps into Micah who he finds up to his face. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] There you are! Micah grabs Sam's hand, to which Sam blushes confusedly. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Let's go, let's go! He drags Samuel away, but it doesn't last for long, because uhh... he suddenly flops to the ground. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Mike??? Micah's stomach growls. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Behhh... He lifts his face off the ground, looking exhausted. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Forgot how terrible of a combo lack of rest and being hungry is... Samuel shakes his head, but goes up to Micah, taking his hand and helping him up. <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/r6wlvt.png"> (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] C'mon, let's go get lunch... and maybe some coffee. --- The two are now sitting in the cafeteria together. Micah is gulping down coffee and destroying his food, giving out a big sigh of satisfaction. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Thank the lord I don't even believe in... He opens his eyes back up, gazing down at Samuel's food. It was just some fries and a small drink. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] You're eating little again. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Ah? Oh... It's enough for me. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] You sure? I mean... you're all short and skinny, so... ... Not that that's necessarily bad, but if you're not eating enough, then like... y'know... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] I'm okay, Mike. But... thank you. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I mean... if you say so. Micah takes another bite out of his burger. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] So what kept you up last night? Micah seems caught off-guard, almost choking on his food in a coughing fit. He hits his chest and washes the food down with the coffee. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Gah... ... Well, umm... ... *sigh* Alright, truth is... ... I was in a party with Randy and Clyde. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Mike! (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I KNOW, I'm sorry! I knew I shouldn't have stayed out for that long... and... gotten a little drunk. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] You always say that. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... I know... ... I almost got some girl to step on me though. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] THAT'S EVEN WORSE! (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Don't worry, we didn't do anything more! It was all in ridiculous fun. C'mon, you can't blame me for having a little fun sometimes, can you? Samuel still looks at him sternly, but doesn't argue. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... But also... ... I've been having weird dreams recently... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Huh? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Ah, I'll tell you later if needed! Micah quickly gobbles the rest of his food down and stands up. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Let's go and get the job done now! (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Wh-wha?? What about my food??? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Bring them with you! Insert fade to black as the two skedaddle out of the cafeteria to try and get more clues. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Conclusion (of the investigation, not the chapter)]]*]

Seemingly done, the two walk up to a wall to lean against it. Micah is clearly disappointed, his feet slipping forward. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... That was... not helpful even a little. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] We're walking in circles at this point. Micah buries his hands into his face. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] *Ergh...* ... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Where's your backpack? Micah's eyes shoot comically wide at that. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... FFFFFFUCK! They go back to Baker's classroom. Thankfully, for some reason, the door is unlocked despite the fact that it's gonna get dark soon. and the classroom is completely empty. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] It's unlocked... Micah finds his backpack simply sitting on his seat and takes it, without any word from either of them. They both turn back, ready to leave, but... Samuel realizes Micah is not following. Instead, his eyes stare at the ground, his hands curled in a fist that starts shaking. Samuel seems confused. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Mike? Micah doesn't respond, although his lips part. Rather than that, he grits his teeth. And out of the blue, # *SHATTER* Shards of glass clatter onto the ground, leaving Samuel shocked. Micah recoils in pain, and looked as if he was surprised himself." The shards had dug into his hand, and the realization of what he did seems to hit him. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Oh, no no no NO! Micah goes into a full-blown panic, but Samuel's focus seems to shift elsewhere. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] OH MY GOD, I'M SUCH AN IDIOT, WHY- WHY DID I DO THAT?! I-I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE I AIMED AT- I-I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST THE WALL- I- (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Mike! Micah pauses. And his look goes over to Samuel. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] The wall... Orrrr... the lack there of behind the mirror. Micah backs away upon realization, clearly bewildered. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Uhh... that's weird. *Ghh...* Micah holds his bleeding hand, trying to get the few pieces out. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Are you okay?? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I'm fine... Just, uhh... ... Ow. Samuel is conflicted on what to do, but ends up walking over to shattered mirror. He picks up a larger shard, bringing it up to his eye. He seems surprised. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] This mirror... <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/tlfk3p.png"> (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] You can... see through the backside. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] What? Lemme see. Samuel hands the shard to Micah. He brings it up to his own eye, and lo and behold, he can see Samuel clear as day through it. His eyebrows knit together. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] What the... Micah then drops the shard as the two suddenly jump, startled at the sounds of rapidly approaching footsteps. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Hide! Sam grabs Micah and the two rush to hide behind some of the desks as the footsteps approach closer and closer. It's a large classroom, so blending in isn't that hard., Soor later, the door slams open by an angry and confused Professor Walter. He's shocked to find the broken mirror. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] WHO'S THERE?! <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/aczyrl.png"> He looks around, frantically searching for the the one(s) at fault. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Whoever did this, show yourself! Samuel is looking over his shoulder, and both have their hands grasping the other's shirts, as the professor searched around the desks. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] If you're in here, you're in MASSIVE TROUBLE! ... Okay I guess that's not gonna help. Look, your punishment will be reduced if you just come out and say it. Trust my word, this is NOT something you can get away with... You'll make things worse for yourself. The two get increasingly worried as the professor got closer and closer to them, with expressions that basically said "we're so cooked". However, the professor got close but not close enough. His shoulders eventually dropped as he let out a sigh... (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] *Maybe they ran away already... I may be losing time.* ... (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] *I need to tell her...* And so, he leaves the classroom, closing the door behind him. The two are relieved, but then, *Click.* ... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Did he just... Micah carefully gets up and walks over to the door. He turns the knob. It doesn't open. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] He did. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Seriously? Micah tries a couple more times, pushing and pulling. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Yeah no, we're stuck. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Oh my god... What do we do? Micah is already looking into the gap on the mirror. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Certainly haven't seen this before... Sam comes next to him. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Do you think this is our only option? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Hell yeah it is. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] How do we know it even goes anywhere? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] We don't. We simply find out. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] But the gap is too small. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Then we break it more? (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] We can't make more noise...! (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Damn, you're right. So what do you suggest then? (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Umm... ... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Yeah, that's what I was worried about. Alright, step back. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] But...! Micah smiles at him. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I'll be alright! Don't worry about it. Samuel feels inclined to stop him, but doesn't say anything. He steps back as requested. Micah drops his backpack from his shoulders and holds in it his hands that dripped with blood... well, one of them. An even louder shatter echoes through. And this time, the entire mirror shatters into pieces. Micah tries to protect himself but thankfully nothing gets on him. Micah shakes off whatever shards may have gotten onto the backpack and both look at what's on the other side of the mirror, surprised. It looked nothing like anywhere else on campus. If anything it looked more like a hospital, all white but also dim. The place also looked oddly a bit old. There wasn't much else besides a door, a desk, and a chair. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] What in the... They don't get much time to wonder because they hear footsteps approach again and fast. And they both agree that they should hurry the fuck up. They run inside and open the door, revealing a hallway. They enter the first room they come across. It seems to be some kind of storage for medicine and medical supplies. They both squeeze into some kind of closet. There's a window for each room, so if they were outside of the closet, they could see as the professor bursts through the door, turning his head left and right. They're all surprised, however, when all the lights go off. It's a power outage. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] Oh, you've got to be kidding me... The professor reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone and turning the flashlight on before he starts wandering around the hallways. Micah and Samuel get out of the closet, bewildered at their surroundings. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Where... Am I dreaming? No, it's a bit more like a nightmare. Sam, pinch me. *Pinch.* (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Ow! Okay yeah, not a dream. So what the hell is going on?? WHERE ARE WE? IS THIS EVEN ST. EVELYN ANYMORE?? WHAT IS THE PROFESSOR DOING??? Micah whispers loudly, shaking Sam. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] I don't know... All we can do is look around. And... hopefully not get caught. Micah lets him go, looking back around the room. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Right... Right. Let's search. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Search]]*]

<img src="https://files.catbox.moe/j1c8ll.png" width="1250px" height="550px"> This is a gameplay section where Sam and Micah try to go around without getting caught. The outage gives them an advantage, as Mr. Baker can only see clearly with the flashlight of his phone. But you also have limited vision without your own flashlight. Careful where you light it. Check every corner for clues. *Closet:* - Oddly spacious. Convenient for hiding though. - There's not really anything inside. *Cabinets:* - You open the cabinets. Some drugs and other medical supplies, including... - bandages! (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Oh, sweet! Micah grabs the bandages, wrapping some around his hand. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Are you sure it's alright to trust anything here? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] No, but this blood is too annoying for me to care. Uhh... I think I saw some scissors in there too, can you grab 'em? Samuel tries to reach up there, but the scissors are on a higher shelf. He struggles a bit, standing on the tip of his toes. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Heh... Actually, nevermind, I'll just- Samuel then stomps his foot on top of the counter, using it to prop himself up to successfully grab the scissors. He then comes down and calmly uses them to cut the bandages. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Here you go. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Thanks. Micah places both the bandages and scissors... ... Actually. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... You think I should- (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Yes. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Cool. - You kept the scissors. *Drawers:* - You check the drawers. Pens, old receipts... disposable gloves, some syringes... - This is getting increasingly weird. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Observation halls]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Security office]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[???]]*]

*Glass:* - It's a long glass panel. - You can see another empty classroom through it. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] They've really been watching us... That is... ... creepy! (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/q5g48x.png"> *Shelves:* - There are a bunch of papers and tapes stores on the shelves. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Tapes? In this era? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Hey! My mom and I used to love watching movies on tape! (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] And that was in... what, 2005? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Damn, I'm getting old... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] We are, aren't we? Micah takes a closer look, and he's surprised to notice something. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Hey, these are labeled. With names. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... Huh... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Are there ones for us? (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] We can only assume, but there's no player either way. Even if there was, that's too much noise. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] What if we just took them then? (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Then that just draws attention to us when they notice ours is missing. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Right. Dang it. *Desk:* Just a desk. There's no power, so the computer won't turn on. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Search]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Security office]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[???]]*]

There's not much in this room besides a desk and a bunch of monitors. *Monitors:* - Seems like a security feed. It's all turned off. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Man, we're INSANELY lucky... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Yeah... it's almost hard to believe. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Let's do this quick before the power decides to do its job again. Just as you're about to leave, something absolutely wonderful happens! # *RIIIIIING!* Micah's phone is suddenly ringing, the loud sound echoing in the room, making both of them alert. He fumbles with his phone as a robotic anime girl's voice blasted across probably this whole place... I'm pretty sure I *may* legally be able to use Miku's voice for a paid game. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Damn it, Clyde, this is the *worst* time you've chosen so far! He presses the button to not answer. They can both hear the professor coming to get their ass. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] We gotta hide! (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Where?! (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Uhh, the desk????? They both slide under it, sliding the chair in front of them to hopefully hide behind. It doesn't take long until Baker enters in, scanning the area... He's not acting calmly anymore, feeling like he's going insane at this point. So when he finds no one, he growls in frustration, before slamming the door shut. The duo take a moment, feeling relieved. They crawl out. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] This is like... the third time now? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I've never seen him so angry before... It's... off-putting. Micah silenced his phone. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Not nearly the first time Clyde has gotten me in trouble. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] And you still insist on hanging out with them. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] What? Are you jealous? (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] No. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Sure, Sammy. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... Sam looks annoyed. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Search]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Observation halls]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[???]]*]

It's hard to tell what this room is. It's way too dark... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Can's see *anything...* Micah pulls out his phone again to turn on the flashlight, pointing it forward. *Yikes.* This seems to be some kind of creepy place for restraint. There's an IV, a chair with straps, and a girl. ... Wait, a girl? Yes, there's someone here. A young woman with long, messy, blonde hair, restrained on the chair with some plugs attached to her forehead from some machine and one on her arm from to the IV, and pink eyes that seemed to stare endlessly into nothing. Her mascara had dripped down to her cheeks. <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/g002vo.png"> Micah and Samuel are understandably shocked. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] What the FU- Samuel slaps his hand over Micah's mouth. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Do you think that's... Micah rushes over to her, pausing confusedly, before yanking the tubes off before Sam gets to protest, and starts trying to unstrap her from the chair. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Hey! Are you there?! Samuel pulls out his own phone, pointing it at the scene and tapping on the screen before walking over. He glances over at the IV, curious (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Sedative infusion, dissociative compound... beta blocker? What...? Micah struggles with the leather straps. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] God, how do these work?? He gets an idea. He pulls out the large scissors he got earlier and tries to cut through them. It's jagged and a bit difficult but it's working! (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] What... happened here? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Let's think about that later! We'll get her and leave before that prick finds us! Help me out, I'll carry her! Once unstrapped, they get Angelina on Micah's back The door opens and you carefully step out... not expecting to hear a *bonk* echo through the hallway. <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/ijjodl.png"> Micah is confused at first, but then realizes Angelina's head is too high up for the doorframe. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... We gotta run. (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] **STOP HIDING!!!** They immediately bolt out of there, knowing Baker is immediately gonna check the sound. You run through the hallways, hearing the professor quickly approaching. You can't let him see you. A double door comes into view, which they slam open without thinking and close behind them, leaning onto it. Sam sees a key on the lock and turns it while Micah is still catching his breath. He then sees that... they're outside. With fresh air and a setting sun. The wind and the grass. At the back of the building. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... We lost him, right? Oh my god, I've never been more grateful to touch grass. ???: What. The. **FUCK?!?!** (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] AHH!! Micah feels himself lose balance and falls backwards. <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/7j8dt5.png"> So, they haven't realized until now, but Angelina woke up since the moment she hit her head. And now, she's *pissed.* She's screaming, hitting Micah on the head, who can't protect himself because he's busy carrying her. (text-colour:#e65e80)[Angelina:] Wh-what are you two...?! LE-LET ME GO!! WHAT- UGH- WHAT IS THIS?! LET ME GO, YOU-... YOU WEIRDOS! I'LL KICK YOUR ASSES, YOU'LL SEE! DROP ME, DROP ME!!! (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Calm down, we saved you... She stops hitting Micah. (text-colour:#e65e80)[Angelina:] ... Huh? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Augh... We'll explain it eventually, but right now, we need to get away from here. Can you follow us? (text-colour:#e65e80)[Angelina:] ... Umm... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Here. Micah carefully places Angelina down, who stumbles onto her feet. She's very shaky though, and yelps as she almost falls, caught by Sam. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Oh.. You need help? (text-colour:#e65e80)[Angelina:] ... She looks disoriented again. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... Let's just bring her. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Seems like the best thing to do right now. They both help her as they walk away. Meanwhile, Walter is still in that place. In the middle of the hallway, staring forward with wide eyes. Not with anger now. Not anymore. Instead, he looks like he just lost everything... (text-colour:#c25c34)[Professor Walter:] I'm done for... (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Dorm]]*]

It was dark out now. Angelina was sat on a chair in front of a desk, while Micah and Samuel looked at her with concern as they sat on Micah's bed. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] She's back to that dissociated look... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Maybe it was the adrenaline rush earlier? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] It's the same thing as Chloe. Micah waves his hand in front of Angelina, causing her to flinch. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Hey! Angelina, right? (text-colour:#e65e80)[Angelina:] Huh? Uhmm... yeah. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I knew it! We've been looking for you the whole day! So, long story short, you've been missing for a bit, and we coincidentally figured out the place you were kept. Uhh... Are you alright? You seem a bit out of it. Samuel gives Micah a look saying "really dude?". (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] I know she isn't, it's called politeness, Sam. (text-colour:#e65e80)[Angelina:] I... ... don't know... ... Wait, did you mention... Chloe? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Yeah. You two are friends, right? She's... not exactly okay probably, but she's free, and physically alright it seems. (text-colour:#e65e80)[Angelina:] ... "Meow!" Angelina looks over. Ah, the sound of a li'l kitty. It's a black tabby, pretty young but not a kitten either. She rubs her head against her leg, purring. Angelina seems to relax a bit. Though she's also startled when the kitty suddenly jumps up to her lap. The cat is too adorable and Angelina is too out of it to even think about how pets aren't allowed in dorms. Micah chuckles. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Heh, don't mind Crunch, she's just like that. (text-colour:#343a40)[Crunch:] Mrrp. (text-colour:#e65e80)[Angelina:] ... Oh... ... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] What happened to you two? ... Angelina doesn't answer... ... (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] *I guess it's not a good time to ask, huh...?* We know that Professor Baker was involved somehow. He did this, right? (text-colour:#e65e80)[Angelina:] ... Yes... Micah and Samuel stare at each other, then elsewhere as they start to think. Before they decide to say anything though, the door opens. They look over and see a person, someone with long brunette curls and eyes that were a bright, attention-catching red. <img src="https://files.catbox.moe/74lcpp.png"> Micah and Samuel look worried about having to explain themselves. The person seemed surprised to see Angelina there. But Angelina seems surprised to see them too. (text-colour:#ffcf5e)[???:] Angelina? (text-colour:#e65e80)[Angelina:] Salem...? (text-colour:#ffcf5e)[Salem]: ... Salem pauses with a blank expression... before they walk over, confused. (text-colour:#ffcf5e)[Salem]: Girl, where have you been?? What are you doing here? You look like you've gone through hell! (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Wait, you two know each othe- ... Ohhh... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Salem... this is a pretty bad time... (text-colour:#ffcf5e)[Salem]: Bad time? What... happened to her? (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] We can't explain right now, dude. Look, how about you two just stay here? You two seem close. Me and Sam... need a moment... (text-colour:#ffcf5e)[Salem]: Oh, well... sure. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Cool. Come on, Sam. Samuel is a bit confused on where Micah is going with this himself, but he follows him out. The door shuts. Salem and Angelina are left alone together. The shot lingers on their faces a little. Especially Salem's. Micah and Samuel are out in the hall now. Micah slumps with a long sigh, leaning against the door. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Jeez, I... I feel like passing out... This is... crazier than I imagined it'd be... I'm *still* not entirely sure if I'm in reality. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Hey, take it easy Mike... We should just... let the police handle the rest at this point. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Heh... If we can't believe it, you sure they will? (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] But we have actual weight in our suspicion now. And... we've got at least one of the girls to back us up. Not to mention... Samuel pulls out his phone, tapping a few stuff and showing it to Micah. It's a picture of the scene where they found Angelina, with Micah trying to help her in the frantic state he was in. Micah's eyes go wide as he sees it. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] ... Sam... It's Sam's turn to be shocked as Micah suddenly pushes himself onto him, his arms wrapped around him with a squeeze. Again, Sam's blushing, more than ever, while Micah is so overjoyed he could cry. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] OH MY GOD, DUDE, YOU ARE THE GOD DAMN BEST!!! Oh, I can't believe I didn't think of that! Seriously, I have no idea what I'd do without you. Samuel is also overjoyed inside but for another reason. (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] ... *U-umm... It's... Y-you're... Anytime...* Micah lets him go, smiling ear to ear despite the dark, tired circles under his eyes. (text-colour:#2d4496)[Micah:] Looks like we're uncovering this after all. (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Conclusion (of the chapter)]]*]

Sirens are blaring outside of campus. The cops already have the professor in the car. One of them is talking to Angelina. - Surprisingly, Professor Baker immediately confessed to his crimes as soon as the cops showed up. You'd expect some more fight but, nope. Apparently not. - Seems like they're gonna take Angelina for questioning. And... - ... someone else too, perhaps. Another person approaches the scene, seemingly curious. It's Chloe, staring at Angelina in surprise. Angelina stares back. And for the first time this whole day, some kind of light seems to enter Chloe's eyes. Chloe takes a step forward. And another. Until she runs towards her and embraces her. Angelina seems a little hesitant, but her expression softens as she hugs her back. - Right now, we don't know what happened. But it seems like they'll bring us in for questioning as well. - *Sigh,* man I just want some rest... - ... I wonder if mom would allow me a day off just this once. Micah and Samuel are standing next to each other, simply watching everything unfold... ... Sam turns his head to Micah... (text-colour:#712bab)[Samuel:] Say. You still haven't told me about these weird dreams. The shot lingers on Micah's face, staring at Samuel. He turns his head forwards in silence before the chapter ends (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Chapters]]*] (text-colour:#b51419)[*[[Chapter 2]]*]