I don't know where I am and who I am.

His thoughts are overshadowed by a refreshing feeling that he cannot remember.

Something is whispering 'not enough' elsewhere that is irrational.I was in such an illusion.

Questions, anxiety, and loss that didn't come to mind until they recovered the light from the boys around them.

An unfamiliar feeling makes him complain that he is not who he is now, and at the same time, he realizes that something that has been lost can no longer be recovered.

Restored light is not everything.

But it's not like there's anything else I just recovered.

Literally lost and never coming back, it disappeared leaving a small void in him.

That was the only reason I could understand.

But now he shakes his head small unless he is immersed in the grief.

You can't stay here.

Emotions, memories and thoughts that were restored were all told.

Nevertheless...

"How?"

Ask yourself in the room where no one is left.

I don't know what purpose the man made this place for, but at least I don't think he'll leave me alone watching him walk free.

Now that I've got my mind back, I can see that.

Until yesterday, when I couldn't even think properly, I wouldn't even have thought about running away in the first place.

"It's almost dinner time....."

When the time comes, the caretaker brings him and the boys a meal.

It's the only time we can get out of here.

He is now alone in the room where there were so many boys.

Looking at the situation, it is obvious that it is an anomaly.

But at the same time, it was a chance to escape.

The caretaker who brings food is always alone.

If we can disable it by surprise, we can get out of this room without making any noise.

We have to do it.

He was not lost.

It's only natural that we don't have enough options to get lost.

He waits for the caterer to come now or now as he thinks about the arrangements.

It seemed like a very long time had passed for him, and he finally heard the footsteps of the person pushing the trolley from outside the room and the rolling of the wheels.

There is a sound from the door.

From the slowly opened door, a trolley loaded with meals first entered the room, followed by a caterer man.

"What? Wrong!"

The words spoken inadvertently by the caterer man looking at the disappeared rooms of the boys are immediately forced to stop.

Hidden behind the door, he stretched out his arm and grabbed the diner's neck, knocking it against the wall.

"Kaha, oh, front...!"

He cleverly closes the door with his feet while holding the diner's neck against the wall to avoid being summoned.

In desperation to shake off his arm, he punches the empty fist in the face of the caterer and then kicks his knee into his stomach.

As he repeated it several times, the diner gradually lost his strength and his arm finally fell down.

After confirming that the dietitian's breathing had stopped, he then checked his pulse, determined that he was definitely dead, and finally took his hand off the remains.

Despite killing a man by his own hand, his heart was not as volatile as it was yesterday, when he had no ego.

I've never killed a creature before.

I feel like some of them were desperately looking for help.

I don't know if it's his own memory or someone else's.

One thing I can tell you is that even if he didn't want it himself, he has taken many lives with his hands.

And it was also true that it was everyday for him.

It is not innocent enough to disturb the mind when one person is killed now.

On the other hand, there is a slight feeling of the will of someone mourning that he has done something incredible inside him.

Feelings that remind me of my childhood and not my own.

He approaches the trolley brought in by the caterer with a cold gaze on it like the others.

I took a pasty meal on the table with two fingers and put it in my mouth.

"Chi."

The subtle taste and texture that is neither delicious nor bad invites the tongue.

It is just a paste that is made for the sole purpose of nourishing and pouring into the mouth.That was the meal for him and the boys.

It's a terrible thing to call it a meal now, and it's just a terrible thing to focus on efficiency.

Still, it is now a valuable source of nutrition.

Whether you can get out of here or get caught on the way, I don't know when you'll get a decent meal next.

When he hurriedly packs his meal for three, he strips off the body of the caterer and wears it.

Fortunately, all the men who came to this room wore the same coat.

The plain white jacket is long enough to wrap around your body and reach your ankles.

It even has a hood that completely covers your head and is perfect for cheating on your surroundings.

The corpse is dragged to an invisible location through the window of the door.

He decided that the abnormality would be detected as soon as the boys were seen, but it was still better than seeing the dietitian's body.

When he was ready, he put his ear to the door to make sure there were no signs of people, and sneaked out of the window.

"Can I...?"

Forced into anxiety, he slowly opened the door.

Beyond the door, a killer hallway stretches to the left and right.

Covering his face with a hood, he went out into the hallway and locked the door with a key he took from the diner's body.

"Right or left?"

This hallway is the only one I can see from the window of the door.

Everything from here on out is a match.

There's too little information to get out of the gamble, but we can't run away from it.

"I don't know what to think."

Now that there was no criterion for judgment, I relied only on my own guess.

After only a short time to get rid of his doubts, he started walking by choosing the right where the caterer would have come.

Only the footsteps of the shoes taken from the caterer resonate in the corridor, which is clear of clutter.

Are there fewer people than I thought, or is he just lucky?

Without encountering anyone, he reached a place with several doors.

It seems to be unlocked in particular, and when you peek inside from an open door, you can see a library arranged on one side of the wall, multiple long desks, and some chairs.

The props that were laid down on the desk were occupied, and the documents that would have spilled off the desk were scattered on the floor.

He should have seen it for the first time.

Nevertheless, he slowly stepped into the room, feeling uncomfortable with himself who was convinced by the sight.

Moving his gaze to the left and right without causing trouble, he found a strangely shining rod at the edge of his vision.

"... it looks like it could be used."

After getting a few small knives from his desk that could be used as weapons, he searches the room for more objects.

"Is this...?"

The candlesticks, candles, and crates were supposed to hold the lights in an emergency.

Convinced that it was a tool to ignite, he set a container of commonly burning documents and liquids in one place and set it on fire without hesitation.

This room with a lot of combustible materials will burn brightly, so I leave the spot where the smoke began to fill and start looking for an exit a short walk away.

Nevertheless, he doesn't even know how big his building is.

On the contrary, we don't even know if this place is a building on the ground or a corner of the basement.

The hallway is more idle than he expected, with only two people passing by.

Without showing any interest in him wearing a hood, he walked somewhere with something like an experimental tool.

Without much attention, he walks down a deadly hallway to a room.

"You really don't have anybody."

Again, the room was unattended.

His knowledge does not know what that sight, equipped with even more strange instruments than the room he just set on fire, means.

But somehow he looked unconsciously.

Because of unspeakable disgust.

And when he turned his heel back, and was about to leave.

There was a faint cry in his ear.

A corner of the room, surrounded by curtains of unusual fabric, where I heard the cries of a woman who was still young.

"What...?"

He snaps small in his mouth.

At the same time, his feet were stepping towards the voice.

Originally, I would like to avoid contact with someone right now.

My feet moved faster than I thought, because I heard too weak to judge danger and was surrounded by sadness like asking my bird for help.

He pushed the curtain of a strange feeling to secure his vision, and he saw a girl lying on a strangely shaped bed.

"Hih... no!"

A girl who seems to be in her midteens shows her expression of rejection.

The black eyes had a fear of him in a white coat, and the slender body, which had not yet grown, trembled.

He tries to get away from him, but his limbs and torso are fixed to the bed with a leather belt.

It was just a long, well-maintained black hair shaking in conjunction with the head that was shaken to the left and right.

"Stop... don't come here"

The girl's face twisted.

The low nose was dyed bright red, and the words of a plea spilled out of his mouth as he squeezed up.

"You heard what I said... let me go home now..."

"... who are you?"

"Eh...?"

A puzzle occurs in the eyes that are still bloody and tearful.

The girl calmed down as if she could not understand his words or as if time had stopped.

"Do you know where this is?"

"What...? Why...?"

A girl who shows further confusion in his inquiries.

"At least I'm not going to do this to you.This outfit is just trying to fool their eyes. "

That said, he takes off his white hood and shows his face.

"Ah...."

I don't know why, but the expression of the girl who saw him clearly eased.

"Hate, my memory is so vague.I don't even know why they caught me here.Do you know anything? "

"... I don't know. If I notice, I'll be brought here...I want to know where this is..... "

"I see....."

He was disappointed without any information, but when he suddenly reacted to the tingling, he listened to the entrance.

"Eh, what...?"

"Quiet."

Closing the girl's mouth, he made his ears clear to the sounds and voices that could be heard from outside the room.

"The fire is strong!Aren't you on fire with chemicals!? "

"What idiot!? That's why I told you not to take care of the chemicals so badly!"

annoying words throwing up, the footsteps of busy runners, noise that sounds faint from afar.

Apparently, the fire I just lit is causing a lot of noise.

"I just set fire a little further away.It must have been discovered. "

"Fire?"

"Wouldn't it be better to run away when you're confused by the commotion?... so what do you do? "

"What do I do?"

"There are two options you can choose from.One is to get out of here with me.Of course, there is no guarantee that you will escape alive.You may die, or you may be able to grab it and treat it worse than you are now.The other thing is to stay where you are.Personally, I don't recommend it, but it's up to you. "

"Are you... running away?"

"Of course. I don't want to die like a laboratory animal.If you die, you die as a human being. "

Given the faint memories and the circumstances in which he and the boys were ill, it is unlikely that they were treated very humanly.

It is easy to imagine that he was treated as disposable, including given the presence of boys who grew up without warning and diminished over time.

"Experiments... animals..."

He was a girl who listened to his answers and showed confusion, but this is not a situation where he spends a lot of time on conflict.

It was only for a few moments that he and the girl intersected and remained silent to peek into each other's depths.

The girl opened her mouth with a determined expression.

"... take me with you"

"Okay."

When he answered, he took out the little knife he had hidden, and he cut the belt holding the girl and untied her.

"But don't get me wrong. Don't take him.Follow me with your will and your feet. "

He searches the room while banging relentless words on a girl who is rubbing her free wrists and ankles.

When I found a white coat like the one I was wearing through a vertical door, I threw it at the girl.

"I'm sorry, but I can't afford to help you.I'll leave you there mercilessly. "

The girl who receives the jacket expresses her readiness with expression and movement rather than words.

His black eyes, nodding firmly in line with him, began to show the strong will of the prepared man.