Unnamed Memory

Deep, diving process.

It's like, sleepless nights trying to sleep. Anxiety, anxiety, and willingness to patrol only float and disappear.

Loneliness like you're alone in the world.

But the void isn't wrong, either. She is certainly alone now.

Stepping down to the bottom, Tinasha smiles at herself.

The information she has examined over the past two years is the result of years of research in this empire itself.

And there's also a database of individuals that was stored.

I'm getting all the information I need. Later, whether or not she can use it as her own technology.

"It is strictly forbidden to operate on" keys "because it involves the life and spirit of the surgeon..."

All data about the Key is considered important and confidential.

People simply get it embedded at birth, and the hospital where the procedure is performed also records and treats the ID of the "key" given from above in conjunction with the personal code.

Once embedded, the key will never be removed again.

No one tries to do that. Because if the key comes off, humans won't be able to stand ids in the air.

But she had been gathering knowledge and skills for two years in an effort to overshadow that common sense.

Information necessary to disconnect a person from the Key and from the Key.

Though women from another continent with the most completely different civilizations also face difficulties in wearing it.

"You wouldn't be assuming the presence of egulator yarn, so use that to break in... but you want to practice ahead of time. I hope you get a good practice bench."

Moving down the bottom layer whining, she begins to pull it out when she finds data on the experimental surgery performed on the Key.

A witch drifting through a sea of data.

Her hands were now finally reaching one separation.

"Are you asleep?

Hands stretched out at the same time as voices.

She woke up much more when it touched her cheek.

I can see the face of a man I know well at the moment. His pale eyes were watching her in the sort of colors he would explore.

Tinasha grabs her hand trying to be pulled from her cheek.

"Excuse me."

Alphas sat on the sleeping table, glancing at her words or hands. Tinasha wakes up her body and leans next to him.

In the birdcage, visitors' time of visit has basically not been communicated to her.

So Tinasha would always welcome them unexpectedly, but she had sensed at the same time that the doors could be opened by the vigilance that had cultivated those visits.

Only one person, the only one whose effects do not extend is the man sitting next to her now.

Tinasha's vigilance does not work for Alphas.

It was because of the trust and affection that was rooted in her soul, and it was not the only thing that could be changed at this time.

But still, until now, I've normally been greeted with him, but this is the first time I've found myself "diving" as I am today.

Tinasha pressed to kill and breathe to keep her inner agitation off the table.

Ambiguous consciousness, trying to bring it to him with a tired body, so that he can see himself. Grabbing the white cloth instead, she sighed.

"Sorry, I'm a little tired"

"Then go to sleep. I'm going home."

"Stay a little longer, please"

Pulling his hand while holding onto it, Alphas makes a annoying face.

But still, he didn't take his seat, perhaps because Tinasha was really clouding his appearance with fatigue.

Time seems to slow down in the cage of silence.

The man said something. He glanced at her with such eyes but said nothing.

Tinasha looks up at the righteous face of the man whose moonlight illuminates.

"Can I see the key?"

"Why? It's not the same as normal values."

"I want to see it."

When he changed his posture and stood on his knees on the sleeping table, Alphas clearly looked disgusted.

Tinasha smiles and stretches out her hand, though worried.

The military uniform of this empire has a high collar, it is normal and there is no such thing as a "key" visible.

Of course, it is possible to get a hand from the collar eye, and in some cases the superior officer may be asked to present the key.

Essentially, however, there is a greater majority of people who do not want to expose the "key" to their condition as a number, except that young people prefer to expose it as part of their detention, which was mostly shown to doctors or presented to them as part of a means of negotiation or proof of loyalty.

You don't know that kind of common sense, the woman who has touched his "key" several times before slips her thin fingers through the collar's eyelids.

The feeling of white hands slipping down his neck brought him the urge and disgust to run his spine, but Alphas said nothing. Probably trying to explore her qualities by tolerating her curiosity without a "key".

Tinasha put the man's "key" on the table with a thin smile.

A number that can be said to be within a range of normal values. But just a little bit, the numbers show waves.

Alphas asked in a voice that seemed uninteresting.

"What's funny?

"A lot."

"You must have checked my body once."

"I've seen every inch of it. Maybe I know more than your doctor."

The man looked disgusted in his frank response, but did not state any complaint because it was when he had his life saved.

Tinasha fingers the outer circumference of the Key and the connection to the skin.

Hexagonal connections are nowhere to be seen scratched or broken.

For a moment, the witch was driven by the urge to let the egula yarn intrude from her connections right now, but swallowed it.

- You can't cross a dangerous bridge right now. The possibilities must be made as complete as possible.

She closes her eyes to the madness that springs.

The annoyance of not being able to touch what is within reach.

Tinasha chewed her tight lips at the passion that seemed to scream out.

Dark hair falling over white clothes.

The man looks down at the woman with the root of his eyebrows, with an emotionally invisible eye. In a voice that only she could hear, Alphas whispered.

"What are you trying to do?

"I am."

Languaging ahead from there is not yet possible.

Tinasha had a heat that seemed to cry out and buried her face in the man's neck.

Lay the red lips gently over the key.

A number that waves instantaneously. But she doesn't want to see it. Deposit your forehead on the shoulders of Alphas as if to make atonement.

Alphas remained silent for a while on the condition of a woman as if she were crying.

Speaking to her, as if to indulge in something, felt resistance similar to revealing a secret wound.

But the incredible hour of breathlessness also ended when she withdrew.

Tinasha, smiling with the same smile as usual, finally releases her hand as she held it.

"I do what I like to do here."

"Sounds like it."

"It doesn't last forever."

The words spit out with a glossy smile made me feel a slight poison.

Or maybe that could be called a possibility.

Alphas sniffed off her instability at the shard denying it was complete.

It's going to fall, but it's not going to fall.

The face of a woman who drinks solitude also always seems afraid of something.

"You are"

I stopped talking there because I didn't think it made sense.

The man tangles her flowing hair in a single room finger.

Pale floral scent. The scent of letting a small fever fall into your spirit was something you should have kept away from.

That's how it is - Alphas pulls his dark hair, he mouths silently.

As she looked up after a small time, the woman looked at him with terrible surprise. Shivering voices zero out of my lips.

"... why?

"It doesn't matter."

I didn't mean to imitate what I expected.

Alphas gets up when he gets a flashy look. The woman rushed after him as he tried to leave the birdcage.

But men don't stop.

When the door opens in response to his code, Alphas leaves for the small room ahead.

The door that locks only the woman in the birdcage as it is, closes behind him - it should have been. If it were meant to be.

"Alphas!"

Tinasha jumped in screaming, putting her left hand on the door trying to close.

You've never even had anything heavy. White hands. Five fingers grab the end of a thick door.

And it made me shake the steel door without any context

Distorted and twisted doors. Looking back, Alphas opens his mouth to too many sights. Tinasha jumped into that body.

"Wait! Please…"

"What the hell, you are!

Everything doesn't make sense.

Obsessed with herself, or that she is an alien.

I have no idea why I'm not leaving the birdcage or what I want.

He just craves him defenselessly.

It reminds him of agony and a burning passion.

Alphas clings on and grabs and peels off Tinasha's shoulders.

He pressed his light body straight from the bird cage onto a wall that was a blind spot. Face a woman trying to say something, mouth deep.

glaring inner and inner heat.

That wouldn't be love or anything. It's never like changing anything.

Forcefully, just a hit on an incomprehensible ego.

The act, which was also a constraint to her, but also held his own spirit to a burning temperature.

The man with his face off swings his cover back to shake off something.

Alphas left the small room, not seeing Tinasha on the spot.

He just noticed something strange from the other side. A few captains and others come running.

"Commander Kreutzer! She is!"

"He's inside."

There are no more signs of Tinasha coming after us. I guess that kind of sentiment has frustrated me.

Alphas leaves the hallway early when he covers his bitter face with his hands.

Now I didn't want to think about what face to look like and turn to her next time she was sent to the birdcage.