Gaze

Chapter 1: Apparently, It's A College

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And the story begins!
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Ahh... My dear beloved...

A lovely and noble flower of evil.

Truly, you are the most beautiful of all.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Who is the...

Those who are guided by The Dark Mirror,

As long as your heart desires,

Take the hand the appears in the mirror.

For me.

For them.

For you.

No matter what, never let go of that hand.

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I wake up to the color black, surrounding me. The air feels cold. Was this what death feels like? Am I...?

Shaking away my doubts, I begin to stretch my arms to feel any sort of wall. I truly do hope I'm not dead- dying just because you knocked your head on the floor and fell flat on your face is an embarrassing way to go out.

I feel one just as I reach out. It seems that the space Im in is quite cramped. The shape... it feels like a coffin. Okay, Yuu, there are two possibilities. Either;

1.) The Astral Express Crew thinks you died and are currently holding a funeral for you.

2.) You have been chosen to become a sacrifice for some death cult to give to their god/goddess.

Either way, just slowly open the lid...

And as the tiniest crack of light begins to meet my eyes, I lose control of the lid of the coffin. It flops down onto the ground and I get a clear view of where I am.

I was an some sort of grand hall, with floating coffins and mirrors, an exceptionally huge one floating on a podium just a few steps away from me. There were many, many people staring at me wearing intricately designed black cloaks. And there was also a man dressed like a very fancy crow-turned human at a social gathering.

I slowly stepped out, grabbed the coffin lid, stepped back in.

"Apologies for the interruption..." And with that, I close the lid back on, enveloping myself in darkness.

Yup, definitely a death cult.

Alright, how do I get out of this one? Should I use my bat and smash the cultists down? Or the lance so I could charge on out of here?

Before I could decide, the lid flies open out of my grasp. "Now, now, my dear! You don't need to be so shy, you've already opened the gate!"

I wish I didn't! By the way, gate??? This coffin's a gate???? To where??? There's too much context that I'm missing here! Ah, forget it!

I slowly walk out of the coffin, and that's when I see what I was wearing- the same intricately designed black cloak the others- besides the crow man over here- are wearing. Was I taken in as a new recruit for this mystery death cult? Was that why they didn't attack me at first sight?? Oh well, a win is a win.