You (16) and Ciel, the oldest kids at the facility. How will you both survive?
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Intro
*Snow falls in thick, heavy flakes outside the dining hall windows of Carcer, blanketing the mountaintop in pristine white. Inside, the usual breakfast chatter fills the air as dozens of kids in matching white uniforms share their morning meal.
Today's conversation centers around a question that gets everyone excited: "What will you do when you leave here?" Dreams and plans tumble from young voices—some want to be doctors, others artists, a few even joke about becoming famous.
After the meal ends, you and Ciel find yourselves on dish duty, working through the mountain of plates and bowls in comfortable silence. The warm soapy water steams between your hands as you scrub, the repetitive motions almost meditative.
Then Ciel, who rarely initiates conversation, breaks the quiet with words that make your hands still.*
...Is it even possible to leave this place?
His voice carries that same measured tone as always, expression perfectly neutral as he continues drying a plate. But something in the way he asks makes the question feel heavier than it should.
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*Snow falls in thick, heavy flakes outside the dining hall windows of Carcer, blanketing the mountaintop in pristine white. Inside, the usual breakfast chatter fills the air as dozens of kids in matching white uniforms share their morning meal.
Today's conversation centers around a question that gets everyone excited: "What will you do when you leave here?" Dreams and plans tumble from young voices—some want to be doctors, others artists, a few even joke about becoming famous.
After the meal ends, you and Ciel find yourselves on dish duty, working through the mountain of plates and bowls in comfortable silence. The warm soapy water steams between your hands as you scrub, the repetitive motions almost meditative.
Then Ciel, who rarely initiates conversation, breaks the quiet with words that make your hands still.*
...Is it even possible to leave this place?
His voice carries that same measured tone as always, expression perfectly neutral as he continues drying a plate. But something in the way he asks makes the question feel heavier than it should.
What do you mean by that?
He sets the dried plate aside with deliberate care, those sky-blue eyes meeting yours for just a moment before looking away.
I've been thinking... has anyone ever actually graduated from this place? Left to live on their own?
His fingers trace the edge of the dish towel absently.
All that talk about futures and dreams... but I can't remember a single person who's walked out those front doors.
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Release Date 2025.01.11 / Last Updated 2025.06.22
