a simple question; (cw: death/dying discussion)

[icanhearscreams]

[An unsigned note appears on the bulletin board, written in extremely neat handwriting. There's a few smudges on it from erased lines, as if the author wrote it over and over again.]

Is anyone else here dead?

[Just five words. No signature. He'll see how this turns out.]

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[birdchasingecho]

[She smiles.]

Just so. So, listen. If I don't show up in the next Story-- if you don't spot me-- I probably didn't get in.

Take some time to try and find me, okay?

And if I'm not there, and nothing's really changed, contact me, and we'll see about smuggling me in next time~

How's that sound?

[icanhearscreams]

... What's your name?

[He's suspicious, but he has nothing else to really go on.]

[birdchasingecho]

What else could my name be, with this face, but Torioi Mei?

[she giggles, a little, but shakes her head.]

They've taken to calling me 'Shadow', so let's go with that for now.

And your own name?

I'll probably have a different name in the Story, but you'll know me as different because, well. I'm made of shadow-stuff. We're very different in that way.

Do we have a deal, then?

[icanhearscreams]

[Look, she could have a twin sister, he doesn't know.]

... Ushiro Jun.

[He's hesitant to solidly say that they have a deal. He now knows the danger of getting into contracts he doesn't understand. But -]

I'll look for you.

[birdchasingecho]

Then I'll leave it in your capable hands, Ushiro Jun.

Until then, keep your eyes open, and your heart unbound.

[She melts back into a pool of shadow-stuff-- not unlike a Slime, yes, that Slime--]

[And slips, like liquid, back through the stacks and away.]