Saint Lycoris Academy — Purity Division, Mind Restoration Chamber03:11 hours — Operation Commence
The moment they dragged Ren away, the world went silent.He didn't struggle.He didn't scream.He just looked at me once — calm, brave, and stupid in the way only someone who loves too deeply can be.
"It'll be fine," he mouthed."I'll remember you."
They call it Memory Burn.A ritual to erase contamination — faith, emotion, love — all of it wiped clean like chalk from glass.
And I can't move.Not physically — they've locked my body in stasis.But inside me?
The doors have opened.
System Override — LYCORIS NOIR / CORE UNLOCK SEQUENCE
Neural load: 132%Conscious partition collapsingPersonality barriers disabledSynchronization commencing …
Interior — My Mind
Everything burns white.Then red.Then something in between.
The world reforms into a warped cathedral: fractured mirrors floating midair, glowing with the faces I try not to see.One by one, they step through.
Crimson Doll
Red heels clicking on glass, smirk sharp as a secret.Voice like honey and danger.
"Finally! Freedom! Took you long enough, sweetheart."
She spins a dagger between her fingers, eyes glittering with appetite.
Tactical Angel
Armor gleaming pale gold, hair slicked back, precision-made flesh.
"This isn't a celebration. Focus. The mission is the retrieval of Subject Kaido, Ren.""Aw, let her be dramatic," the Doll teases."Drama leads to inefficiency.""And you lead to ulcers, darling."
Shadow Ghost
Silent.Mask cracked down the center, voice low and mechanical.
"I killed for less noise than this.""You'll live," Doll says. "We're finally having a team meeting.""I hate meetings.""You hate breathing.""Correct."
Gothic Heartbreaker
Leaning against a broken pew, gum popping in a slow rhythm.Heart-shaped shades. Combat boots. Chaos incarnate.
"Ugh, you guys have no style. If we're gonna save him, we need an entrance.""This isn't a concert," Angel mutters."Speak for yourself, Halo girl. I don't fight without music."
She snaps her fingers — bass thunders through the mindscape.The others groan.
Dollmaker
Barefoot.Dress stitched from rose petals, eyes hollow but kind.She hums a lullaby to a small wooden figure of Ren resting in her palms.
"They'll hurt him if we're too slow.""Then we won't be slow," I whisper."Then hurry," Scarlet Saint's voice rumbles from above.
Scarlet Saint
She descends last — radiance cracking through torn robes, half holiness, half apocalypse.Each step sets the mirrors aflame.
"Enough arguing. The world outside is burning.""Correction," Angel replies. "Only his brain is.""Then we burn back."
The Plan
They gather around me — six reflections of myself, my sins dressed as salvation.For once, they're not fighting for control.They're waiting for orders.
KANA: "We're going to save him."CRIMSON DOLL: "With style."TACTICAL ANGEL: "With strategy."DOLLMAKER: "With heart."GOTHIC HEARTBREAKER: "With drama."SHADOW GHOST: "…with violence."SCARLET SAINT: "With faith."KANA: "Exactly."
They smile — six kinds of madness aligning into one pulse.
Mind Exit Protocol
The cathedral trembles.Mirrors collapse, scattering fragments of memory that bleed light and sound.Ren's screams echo from somewhere above, distorted, fading.
TACTICAL ANGEL: "Synchronize movement. Entry vector: frontal breach."CRIMSON DOLL: "Translation: kick the door down."SHADOW GHOST: "Already done."(Metal explosion)GOTHIC HEARTBREAKER: "Wait, we're doing this midair? Somebody cue my slow-motion theme!"SCARLET SAINT: "I'll handle divine theatrics."DOLLMAKER: "I'll clean up what's left."KANA: "Everyone—merge."
Light erupts like glass shattering inward.
Reality — The Purity Chamber
The scientists barely have time to scream.Kana's body moves before thought, before control —hair lifting like a crimson veil, eyes layered in six colors.
The air warps.The walls bend.And her voice — no longer one, but six in perfect discord — shakes the foundation.
"Get away from him."
Dr. Havel lunges for the abort switch.Too late.
Crimson Doll's grin flashes through Kana's face as she drives her heel through a security drone.Tactical Angel's precision cuts through the chaos — every motion calculated, holy, fatal.Shadow Ghost moves between guards, silent as vapor.Each breath ends in blood.
GOTHIC HEARTBREAKER: "For drama!"TACTICAL ANGEL: "That's not in the parameters."GOTHIC HEARTBREAKER: "It is now!"
Dollmaker kneels beside Ren's unconscious body, hand pressed to his heart.Her whisper is a prayer made of static.
"Don't you dare forget us."
Scarlet Saint raises her arm.The room glows crimson and gold, the light of creation turned inward.
SCARLET SAINT: "You tried to erase love.But love doesn't vanish.It resurrects."
The chamber ignites — flames, petals, data, memory — all folding into one inferno.
Aftermath
The Memory Burn chamber collapses.The machinery dies humming.Kana steps through the wreckage carrying Ren, his body limp but breathing.
Every step echoes with six heartbeats inside her skull —each one fading back into silence.
CRIMSON DOLL: "He'll wake up and see you first. Make it romantic."TACTICAL ANGEL: "Mission success probability: 92%."SHADOW GHOST: "Too loud."GOTHIC HEARTBREAKER: "Too perfect."DOLLMAKER: "Too human."SCARLET SAINT: "Too late to turn back."
Kana looks down at Ren's face, smiling faintly through the smoke.
"Then I won't."
Diary Fragment (Post-Event)
[Fragment Log #15 — Memory Burn]Status: Containment breach.Objective: Protect Ren.Result: Success (partial).
Handwritten note:They called me fractured.But when the world tried to erase him,I learned that even broken hearts can form a shield.
In the distance, the alarms cry out across the academy.The chapel bell tolls seven times —once for each fragment of her soul,and once more for the part that refuses to die.
End of Diary #15 — "Memory Burn."