❧ 009 ❧ Audio

[dominateartimus]

[Having died again, Sandrath was without his memories once more. He didn't understand why he felt so strange and sick in his current body. Unlike the previous time, he did not flee from his room. He was distracted by the candle that was lit in his room and the endless darkness that surrounded him.

Some time later, he found his journal and flipped through its pages. Most things that were mentioned went over his head, but understood that this was some way of communication.

With some hesitation, he activated the book to broadcast. As he spoke, he sounded nothing like his usual confident self.]

H-Hello? Is... this some kind of... test?

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[dominateartimus]

No. That... would not be possible.

[Yes.]

[abstinentzombie]

[Yeah.

Okay.

Wtf, seriously.

This is against her better judgement.]

Alright, I'm coming over there. Don't fucking move until I knock.

[Which is like, ten seconds later.]

[dominateartimus]

Are... you another who is taking this test?

[It was the only conclusion he could come to, but his question was not answered by the time Kloe stopped by.

He moved to the door and it took him a moment to work the doorknob. He blinked at Kloe with his blue eyes.]

[abstinentzombie]

[Welp, that's kind of weird. Random blue eyes. Oh well.

Kloe shoves her way in past him, carrying a lit candle.]

Close the damn door.

[dominateartimus]

[He promptly closed the door and turned to face Kloe. He was studying her and after a moment of silent, he spoke.]

You did not answer my question.

[abstinentzombie]

What question?

[dominateartimus]

[He shifted his weight with some discomfort before asking his question again.]

If... you are part of the test.

[abstinentzombie]

There is no 'test'. You've been here for months. You just don't remember because you're stupid and got yourself killed.

[dominateartimus]

That is impossible.

[He shook his head and took a step back.]

They would not send me out without training. I'm not who you think I am!

[abstinentzombie]

Uh, yeah, you are. You're Sandrath and I don't know why I'm wasting my time.

[dominateartimus]

[He froze at the mention of his name. His mind raced for answers of how this woman knew him, but came up with nothing. Was she telling him the truth?]

How do you know my name?

[abstinentzombie]

Because you told me it. You don't remember because you died. You memories will start coming back in a few days.

[dominateartimus]

[He fell silent, unable to find words to question her statement. Instead he sat down on his bed and stared at his hands. Receiving nothing from above.

A few moments later, he looked up at Kloe with a sad expression.]

Was I tricked in to coming here?

[abstinentzombie]

No, you were just dragged here in the middle of the night like everyone else.

[dominateartimus]

By whom?

[abstinentzombie]

The guy in charge here. Deior or something.

[dominateartimus]

Perhaps I should have a word with him.

[He starts to move to his feet and grab his candle.]

[abstinentzombie]

[Kloe grabs his shoulder and tugs him back.]

No, you're staying here.

[dominateartimus]

[He nearly fumbles with the candle but catches it. He might have singed a bit of skin with that.]

Because of the darkness outside?

[abstinentzombie]

Yeah. The darkness. You'll probably die again.

[She grabs his arm, too.]

Did you burn yourself?

[dominateartimus]

[He eyes his door before turning his attention back to Kloe.]

With this light? It... was not the first time.