Prologue

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Mama
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Walls
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Demons
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Brains
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Food

All of this is a description of our lives. How we are socialized into a false sense of enjoyment in order to be turned into food.

Mizuki 32794 is my name. Here in Grace Field, I'm one of the high quality. I'm recognized for being a shy and secretive girl.

After seeing the truth about this house, I never spoke to anyone.

I only speak with Ray occasionally, compared to how he communicates with Emma and Norman.

Nobody is aware that I am aware of the truth about this place. Mama is one of them.

How did I come to know the truth?

It was self-evident; if you look closely, you'll notice every clue. The book, the gate, the letters, and, most importantly, Mama.

I know her love was genuine, but I'm also aware of her deception.

When I was four years old, I tried to piece together the clues. I made a miniature walkie-talkie and placed it inside the toy.

I gave it to my older sister, who was about to be shipped. Mama, demons, I listened to every word they uttered.

After that, I began to have nightmares. Fortunately, none of them were aware of this, otherwise I would have become suspicious.

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