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What was that nightmare about, buddy?

“Do you… feel like something bad is going to happen to you? Like someone wants to hurt you?”

Looking away gently, the ginger sighed softly.

“I see Hana whenever things get dark. Or scary. I don’t know why. Her hands are sharp, it feels like thorns tearing into my palms. And she won’t let go. And it hurts. She hugs me. And it’s painful.”

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“But she’s made of paint. She melts over me. And I suffocate. And I can’t breathe. And I die.”

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“But not before I see someone approach me. And they’re laughing. But I can’t see who they are. But this is their doing. And I don’t think anyone will believe me.”

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Hey Chiaki how you doing? For no reason in particular?

"I'm... uh... I'm okay! I've been planning for my essence, actually! The uh... the nightmares are getting worse though..."

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Something about that ghostly woman… really seemed to annoy him.

“Yeah yeah yeah. It’s important, or whatever.”

He dusted the ring off with a huff, grumbling quietly to himself before shoving it into his pocket.

He shifted on his feet as he stared down at the floor, roughly kicking at the snow. He felt bothered, more bothered than he was before.

A ghostly looking lady wanders in the vicinity of the area…

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The match field was cold and uneven, like a mountain. All the ciphers had completely frozen over, buried in snow and encased in a thick layer of ice. Even for the ghostly looking lady, the wind sent a chill down her spine. There was no way someone could survive this harsh cold.

And yet, there Blake was, wandering around, shivering in the cold. His fingers were as blue as the frost around them as he wrapped them up in his scarf.

Then, he looked up at the ghostly lady, with dead black eyes.

“…you shouldn’t b-be here.”

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"Uh huh."

His response was short and sharp as he mumbled, picking up a small, golden ring out of the snow.

"Found it. Belongs to someone, can't remember their name."

A ghostly looking lady wanders in the vicinity of the area…

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The match field was cold and uneven, like a mountain. All the ciphers had completely frozen over, buried in snow and encased in a thick layer of ice. Even for the ghostly looking lady, the wind sent a chill down her spine. There was no way someone could survive this harsh cold.

And yet, there Blake was, wandering around, shivering in the cold. His fingers were as blue as the frost around them as he wrapped them up in his scarf.

Then, he looked up at the ghostly lady, with dead black eyes.

“…you shouldn’t b-be here.”

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😔 *i go away totally defeated like that one sad ant image*

"Bye."

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"Ah... interesting. Also, a... serial killer? Oh gosh... that sounds horrific."

She shook her head in disbelief.

"Gosh... well, I trust in you, so I'll follow your lead, Tatya."

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"Ah, Bartholomew sounds cute."

"Excuse me, hello! I'm looking for a Vallorie, do you happen to know her?" (@tatya-time) (NYELLO)

“… you are talking to her. Who… are you, if I may ask?”

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Chiaki yelped as Tatya pulled out two unique weapons.

"Eep! I-Is that a knife? A-A glitter bomb? Gosh... I-I'm not sure, I'm not usually a violent person..."

She fanned herself nervously as she looks between the two.

"Uhm... I suppose I'll take the glitter bomb... the knife might be more useful to you. Also... Bartholomew..? That's... interesting."

"Excuse me, hello! I'm looking for a Vallorie, do you happen to know her?" (@tatya-time) (NYELLO)

“… you are talking to her. Who… are you, if I may ask?”

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The graphic designer nodded as she followed the gogo dancer carefully.

"Exactly. The more distance he has, I believe the more advantage he would have over us... which is not very good at all. But even in close range... we can't let our guard down. This fan, it's not a good shield... but maybe in the right situation, you could use it to divert an incoming blade? I'm not too sure... but I saw a classmate of mine do so once."

Holding the fan, she studied it intently, shifting it curiously.

"...mhm, I should figure out a different means of self defense."

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"Ah. I can't make any guarantees I won't get hurt, but I'll definitely try my best not to!"

"Excuse me, hello! I'm looking for a Vallorie, do you happen to know her?" (@tatya-time) (NYELLO)

“… you are talking to her. Who… are you, if I may ask?”

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"Well... I don't know. Part of me feels like he doesn't want me to find him... but let's get to that after this whole May thing, haha."

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Chiaki opened the fan again, fanning herself nervously.

"As for those explosions of his... hmm. If he's using a fog-like gas to trigger the explosions in a quick manner... he must have been standing a lot further back than you initially thought. Especially if it's exploding in a chain-like manner. From the back all the way to where you were."

She then nodded in agreement.

"Of course, Miss Tatya. I'll... try not to be a burden."

"Excuse me, hello! I'm looking for a Vallorie, do you happen to know her?" (@tatya-time) (NYELLO)

“… you are talking to her. Who… are you, if I may ask?”

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Chiaki laughed.

"...A lot can change in a few years I guess. I used to know him so well... and now he feels a bit like a stranger..."

Then, she sighed, shaking her head.

"You're probably right... but still. Something has to be done... and I don't want to wait and watch from the side... Besides, whether I'm helping or not, if he really is here... then I'm sure he'll come for me either way. Besides, he isn't quite immune to his own poisons, nor his own expolsives."

"Excuse me, hello! I'm looking for a Vallorie, do you happen to know her?" (@tatya-time) (NYELLO)

“… you are talking to her. Who… are you, if I may ask?”

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Chiaki sighed a bit before speaking.

"Although... if he was a businessman dealing with loans... it would make sense he wouldn't want to tell me... we can't rule that out, I suppose."

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To Tatya's concern, she gently laughed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's true, we did have our... interactions in the past... but it's because of that, that I would like to help you. I want to help you and Miss Clara, so that no one else gets hurt."

"Excuse me, hello! I'm looking for a Vallorie, do you happen to know her?" (@tatya-time) (NYELLO)

“… you are talking to her. Who… are you, if I may ask?”

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"No no, it was more tangible goods, I remember that much. Like games and toys. I even bought my gameboy from him, and he even hired people to help me mod it!"

Then, she sighed quietly.

"Well, remember how I said explosives were a new thing for him? Well... in college, besides the arts, he had an interest in... poison. Especially in the human body's reaction to them."

"Excuse me, hello! I'm looking for a Vallorie, do you happen to know her?" (@tatya-time) (NYELLO)

“… you are talking to her. Who… are you, if I may ask?”

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Chiaki sighed a bit as she closed her fan.

"Triki was a business owner, I suppose old habits die hard... although I never figured out what kind of business he ran."

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Then, she laughed softly, nervously looking away.

"Ah... about that... Well, I suppose that doesn't matter right now, our priority should be finding him. He was a painter back in college, using things like oil paints... so we should start where the painters go to paint?"

"Excuse me, hello! I'm looking for a Vallorie, do you happen to know her?" (@tatya-time) (NYELLO)

“… you are talking to her. Who… are you, if I may ask?”

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"...Ah. I see. Was... he also the one who told you about me? If so... ugh... that idiot, making me worry for no reason... hmph!"

Chiaki waved her fan nervously as she shook her head softly.

"May... I don't know where we could find him... hmm, I'll have to think like Hana would. He... was an art major back in college, so maybe we should check the art area? And... I'm not quite a good runner..."

"Excuse me, hello! I'm looking for a Vallorie, do you happen to know her?" (@tatya-time) (NYELLO)

“… you are talking to her. Who… are you, if I may ask?”

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Chiaki paused, then lowered her fan quietly.

"...He was my childhood friend... I came here looking for him."

She stared down at the ground, dejected.

"I...I... he just disappeared on me one day without explanation. He left me all alone, and our shared flat was extremely trashed, it looked like someone wrecked the place..."

Then, she took a deep breath, composing herself. However, the previous light in her eyes had completely disappeared.

"...you are right about May though. While he's more of a slow burn killer... the fact he's doing this is concerning all together."

"Excuse me, hello! I'm looking for a Vallorie, do you happen to know her?" (@tatya-time) (NYELLO)

“… you are talking to her. Who… are you, if I may ask?”

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"It probably means she's somewhere unknown, or he doesn't know where he is? Kayka was never one for sitting still..."

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Then, she paused, the color draining from her face.

"...w-who did you say offered y-you the letter? So-Sorry... I just... I'm looking for someone named Triki, and I-I want to make sure I didn't mishear you."

"Excuse me, hello! I'm looking for a Vallorie, do you happen to know her?" (@tatya-time) (NYELLO)

“… you are talking to her. Who… are you, if I may ask?”

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"It's probably BECAUSE he took Clara into the manor that they had to had to resort to more... macabre methods. If she was outside... well, then it wouldn't have been so difficult, right? I don't think they were planning on her being in a place like this..."

Then, she mumbled.

"If they wanted to hurt Mister Del Le Ross, killing his youngest and most beloved would certainly be one way to do it... but now the question remains... where did he go? And Kayka too..."

She then opened her fan again, mumbling deeply.

"And May... why would he do something like that... And... why something so... explosive? That isn't his brand of... uniqueness."

"Excuse me, hello! I'm looking for a Vallorie, do you happen to know her?" (@tatya-time) (NYELLO)

“… you are talking to her. Who… are you, if I may ask?”