First Encryption; Day | Locked from their Majesties and Genero
[You may be attending your daily life schedule, or you may be going about the city trying to find a way to get out. You might be getting to know people or sulking in your room. Whatever the case, your day is about to be interrupted.
A shrill piercing noise can be heard coming from your PORTAL. It sounds like a mixture between an overboiling kettle and the sounds of nails scratching across chalkboards. It rises and falls, like a siren screeching out of something coming.
Then, as quickly as it's come, it's gone. No other sound emits, no other things change, and your PORTAL acts as if nothing's ever happened. Only a single thing blinks across the screen, and won't go away.]
HoME. gO hOMe. iMPorTaNT. eXILe.
[Do you follow the orders? Because one way or another, they will know.]
A shrill piercing noise can be heard coming from your PORTAL. It sounds like a mixture between an overboiling kettle and the sounds of nails scratching across chalkboards. It rises and falls, like a siren screeching out of something coming.
Then, as quickly as it's come, it's gone. No other sound emits, no other things change, and your PORTAL acts as if nothing's ever happened. Only a single thing blinks across the screen, and won't go away.]
HoME. gO hOMe. iMPorTaNT. eXILe.
[Do you follow the orders? Because one way or another, they will know.]