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When you're close me
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"[Name]"
It had worked. She was going to force answers to be given.
As she turned around to face, Mason, she furiously stomped over to him and grabbed him by the collar, disregarding the fact that he was bleeding from his chest. It didn't affect her as much since she is aware that this happens every time, and just like every time, there is doesn't seem to be anything she can do to save him, despite the urges.
"Who are you?"
The boy blatantly stared at her. "Mason, like I said last time."
So he remembers every time he has seen me.
"You know, it's been fun watching you grow up, [Name]."
"How do you know my name?" She immediately said.
"Oh yeah, you've forgotten..." The boy decided to taunt her a little.
"I'm the reason for many of your bad habits." He stayed quiet, while [Name] expected more details.
"Like what?" As soon as she finished her sentence, stomping was heard from behind her.
"Well why don't you look at that, it's time for me to get lost again. See you tomorrow, [Name]."
"What? No! Answer my questions, jackass!" [Name] looked around and examined her surroundings.
She was in a corridor, surrounded by a series of elongated brick walls. Down the corridor were what looked like to be rooms with black doors. Within the first thought that came to her mind, she instantly grabbed the boy and began to run as far as she could from the demon. It was hard carrying a boy on your back that's around the same age as you.
Coming from her past experiences in this dream, she was able assume that the boy doesn't usually die until he is approached by the demon. In that case, her goal was to keep as far away from the demon as possible.
She looked at the numbers on his neck, which summoned another wave of deja vu.
47194.
"You know, you and I wouldn't have been here right now if you would have just cooperated. What makes you want too cooperate with those three?" Mason asked, referring to Emma, Norman, and Ray.[Name] directly looked at the boy.
What the hell is he talking about?
"What the hell are you talking about?" She panted.
"This is your second time trying to escape from Grace Field. You've never asked yourself why you feel so naturally pressured? Or why you have an elf ear? Not even why you came in your House at an older age than the rest?" Little did Mason know, [Name] has always thought about things like these. But it never made sense. As [Name] was always able to connect the dots, being on the topic of where she actually came from always frustrated her.
