"....."
"....."
"....."
The silence that stretched following the last words made my blood run cold. My hands, which had been steady a moment prior, began to shake as my breathing grew rougher and rougher.
But as if that wasn't bad enough—
12:28
The subject is experiencing emotional upheaval upon the discovery of the experimentation.
A new log manifested before my very eyes.
".....!"
Clank!
The book dropped from my hands.
"Where?!"
I hastily looked around, asking Mr. Jingles to see if there were any cameras looking, but regardless of where I looked, there didn't seem to be any cameras pointing at me.
This made my chest grow heavier.
H-ow...?
A series of questions floated through my mind.
D-16? That's... me?
'No, it can't be. It's impossible. It makes absolutely no sense. This is the cult trying to mess with me. It can't be!'
I started losing it, a constant ringing sound echoing through my mind.
