There was a bedroom for everyone. Yet, no one predicted that I arrived here. And now, I was sleeping in the couch.I understood fast that they never told me their true names. In fact, I learned their nicknames with each plates put on their doors, not from their own mouths. Crea, the illusionist and creator found me and brought me in the place he lived with the others. I never knew if he had been chosen randomly or not for this task. At that time, the only information that I had was that I had to live with people who were linked to the organization.
He had the room in the first corridor when we arrived at their place. Crea never told anything except if he had to tell something about their «jobs». He invited me once in his room since I had to retrieve something from him. In fact, I never saw a bedroom like that before. It was filled with dolls, organized by colors, forms and clothes. The bed was up against the wall in order to make more space. He gave me what I wanted and I had to go out fast.
Then, I remembered that every bedroom was locked. Always. Like they didn't want to know that I could intrude the place where they hide their secrets from me. I wondered what were their secrets and yet, I never touched anything. They could have know fast that I shouldn't touched something I wouldn't touch. I was aware of what the result would be. It was simple to understand it wasn't a good ending for me. You get the idea.

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Secret safe room
Historia CortaThe world changed, people as well. In order to survive, a certain person accepted to join an organization and went to a tiny house, the secret safe room. Here is the journal at that time.