A trickle of consciousness comes.
Under me is a concrete floor. Voices surfaces. "What should we do with her?" 4
That voice seems familiar. "It is still too early, let her forget all of those happenings." 1
"But then, wouldn't she forget us?" 2
"No, we met her before those, so she won't." 3
"Hmm, should I do it?" 6
"I think so." 5
Just as I was about to open my eyes, I lost consciousness again.
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