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　 　 　 A pure woman spoke. 　 "Oh, has another lost child arrived?" 　 　 The man attending her spoke. 　 "It appears so. As proof... My Lady. 　Do you see the two white children over there?" 　 　 The man's other master spoke. 　 "...Indeed. But they are to be pitied. 　Wandering into a place they know nothing of, 　they must be feeling very lonely." 　 　 　 With one voice, they all said: 　 　

"We must send them home."

　 　 　 ………。 　 　 　 ……………。 　 　 　 …………………………。 　 　 　 ...When you wake up, you are inside a coffin.

You hurriedly kick the lid open and look around to find many similar coffins. A gloomy scent clings to your nostrils and won't leave.

It feels far too real to be a dream. 　 　 Looking down, your clothes have changed. A baggy, pure white cape you don't remember wearing.

The fabric feels rather high-quality... such trivial escapism was your only salvation for now. 　 　 Then you suddenly realize that you cannot remember anything from before you came here.

A chill, like the touch of ice, runs down your spine. 　 　 To be honest, you have no idea what is happening.

But for now, you have to get out of here. 　 　 　

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You must get out of here.

• Wearing a baggy, pure white cape.
• No memory of anything before arriving here.
• Other details are free to define.