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Day 1.

I'm going to try to write something down. My only belongings are this notebook and a ballpoint pen I had stuffed in my pocket. Just to kill some time...

To describe it, this place is entirely white. So white that the boundary between the walls and the floor is unclear. I suspect they've just turned on massive lights in a massive space.

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Day 2.

I woke up after a nap and a bed appeared! Shouldn't they have provided this a bit earlier?

It's only been two days, but I've already cleared the thought that my kidnapper might be human from my head. I wondered where the end of this space was and walked straight in one direction... but I never reached the 'end' until my calves throbbed.

If it's not human... is it aliens? The only thing I can imagine capable of realistically creating this vast space is one of those things with a green head and two antennae sticking out.

I'm reminded of an SF thriller movie I saw once. The scene where someone is impregnated with an alien baby—and the alien junior rips through the stomach—ah. Forget it, I just wish they'd feed me!

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Day 3.

A feeding hole appeared! It's structured like an elevator, but the passage is so small that it would be impossible for someone of my size to crawl up.

The food was delicious.

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Day 4.

Bored.

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Day 5. (The page is full of scribbles.)

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Day 6.

Is it day or night right now? The least you could do is turn off the lights when I sleep. You f*cker.

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Day 50.

What did I do wrong? I might not have lived like a saint, but I never did anything terribly bad, did I?

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Day 51.

If I break the furniture, it's restored the next day—no, to be precise, while I'm asleep.

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Day 87.

Fck please just get me out of here what did I do wrong??? Show your damn face at least! If you want something, just say it with your mouth!!! Fck who do you think you are kidnapping and caging a civilian like livestock? Is this the Truman Show? Is that it? Is it ending soon? Is there even an end? Fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck fck (The rest of the page is torn off.)

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Day 217. Today's tea was excellent! Jake is very satisfied as well. Marquis Caron just snatched the fork away—ah, those two just can't stop fighting whenever their eyes meet.

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Day 69.

Hm?

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Day 70.

Oh, that tie looks sharp.

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Day 1937463828199. (A drawing of a rabbit—Jake—and a cat—Marquis Caron—holding a giant birthday cake.)

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Day 999.

The room changed a bit. Did the furniture layout change? Hmm. It feels a bit more antique. Ah! Right. That was it. You changed your hair color today, didn't you? It really suits you. Eh? It's not that? My bad.

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Day 1000.

A person fell from above.

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Mission Room: A room you cannot leave unless you complete a mission. Usually requires one companion, but due to a system error, Aaron was trapped alone for 1000 days.