Memories swirl around.
That's what I forgot.
That's what really happened.
To deny it, it's too cruel.
To affirm, too gloomy.
Still, it was a sign above all that I was here because I wanted to.
I woke up hazy.
The first thing I saw in my eyes was a strange ceiling.
Not a high school infirmary, not a familiar house ceiling.
White ceilings with fluorescent lamps.
The fluorescent light, it was gone now.
Looking at such a ceiling with a blur,
"Oh, I'm up."
No, I still heard a girl I didn't know from the side.
Apparently I was put to sleep and I only move my neck to see who had a voice.
There, a strange girl who looked healthy and sunburned sat in a chair and looked at me.
"Well, how are you feeling?
"... who?
"Hmm? Fool, I'm Ray's friend.
Oh, my name's Nazi. "
"Huh."
"For now, it was a disaster, you"
"Come on?"
"Don't you remember?
"And say?
with a blurry head. When I give it back, this time from the other side,
"I don't know what else to do.
We didn't even think that asshole would do anything so bold. "
Such, a man's voice.
Now I look over there.
Then a man in his fifties or so, with a mixture of white things in his head, had the look on his face just saying he was tired.
"In the meantime, just take your time and try to remember"
"Even if they say so, I mean, who?
"Yeah? Me?
I'm, well, that's it. It's Osama on the 50th. "
Oh, I'm really in my fifties.
He seems older than my father.
"I'm farming in Wang Du, it's Osama.
Chris, call me.
So, this is my house. "
Reworded.
"Ha."
I wake up while returning a distracted reply.
Dull.
It's like when the game is complete.
"So, I ask you again, can you remember why you're here?
Tell me, carry on your memories.
Soon I'll remember that overly unrealistic grotesque memory.
"... I feel like I've had some weird nightmares"
"You're settling in for that."
To my words, Mr. Chris gives them back pale.
And bossy.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't look alike."
"Never mind, we're talking about this one.
In the meantime, we'll finish the explanation by the time we pick you up.
In short, yes.
The nightmare is reality. Yes Explanation End "
Done explaining?!
"No, no, Mr. Chris.
I have to explain it properly instead of Ray.
It's too digestive. "
Nazi points out.
"Really? I don't know what I'm talking about. It's different."
When he scratches his head with me, Mr. Chris snaps his fingers pattin '.
Then a familiar pet bottle appeared in front of me.
The inner flavour looks like a well cooled carbonated juice.
"Well, drink it"
Sweet to the words, I opened the lid of the pet bottle and put my mouth on it.
Drink up with a cocksucker.
Uh, yeah.
"Speaking of which, what about Ray?
I asked him what he cared about.
Mr. Chris exhaled loudly and snapped his fingers again with his pussy.
Then a very thin screen appears in front of me.
What was reflected there was the sight of Ray being tortured with half a cry.
"That Ray is crying!!
Mr. Nazi grinned with his belly at the words that were inadvertently slippery.
"I'm in the middle of something."
That's what they said, laughing and suffering like a worm of death.
Chris explained it in detail.
"Uh, my master found out about this one, and this is what happened"
"Master?"
"It's Ray's master. He is also my master.
From Ray's point of view, I'll be my brother. "
Heh.
Hmm?
Ray's master??
Ray's call for a master should have been about [Beautiful Star] 's manager (Master).
"... is Chris also a freak wearing a horse mask naked?
I overheard it.
No, 'cause I was curious.
Chris' eyes, as if to see even filth, become a scornful one.
"Don't be with that asshole"
"Excuse me."
Mr. Chris scratches his head again as if it's hard to say what to say.
Then,
"In the meantime, how far did you hear from Ray?
"Uh."
I'll dig up my memories again.
Speaking of which, I remember being told something about a great cook.
"Something tells me that I killed a lot of people and they made me a hero."
When I say that, Mr. Chris leans down like he's in trouble with his forehead and eyes covered with one hand.
He said, "Did you talk to him that far?"
"Well, that, yes"
When I was snorting, Mr. Nazi said.
"Well, I have a part-time job, so if you'll excuse me."
Mr. Chris returns it without power.
"Oh, thank God.
And keep your mouth shut about Ray.
Or Ray will listen if you say so, so tell me later. "
Mr. Nazi, apparently, is someone who can't get Ray's head up.
"Well, if you feel like it"
Mr. Nazi hissed his hand and left the room.
"Is Nazi a little stronger than Ray or Estelle?
"Hmm? No, that's not it, that kid's a benefactor to Ray's life and he's a cano now"
Huh?
Wait a minute.
It's like I heard a word I shouldn't have listened to.
"For now, I don't care about that"
No, it's not good.
Now Cano, I mean, I want to know more about her part now.
That freak has a girlfriend, Leah.
"Reality is irrational and unfair"
"What's up, suddenly depressed?
Does it hurt even in your stomach?
Mr. Chris looks worried, peeking into his face.
Ha!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Yeah, because I don't know what people have in them because of their looks.
"No, you know, Ray, but when you think you have a lover, you're kind of shocked"
"Uh, nazi.
Really, he's such a good kid that Ray doesn't have to.
Why is Ray good when he's a normal kid "
"Normal."
"I'll tell you something for the Nazis, that kid wouldn't wear a horse mask if he didn't even get naked, and he's not a combat fanatic like Estelle.
He's alive while he's working part-time. He's usually a good kid. "
Why!
Why is such a good girl Ray's girlfriend!!