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[improvesmorale]

For the last week, all I've known were hospital walls. Soft green wallpaper. Concerned eyes. I hear murmurings from the nurses about monsters in the night, and then I hear the monsters, those moans and growls sounding almost like buildings calmly settling. But not exactly. From the airtight windows, I see the streets empty out and the sides of the

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[manipulatent]

Are you frightened?

[improvesmorale]

I don't know.

[manipulatent]

You don't know?

[improvesmorale]

It's been that sort of week.

Should I be?

[manipulatent]

It is ordinary to be fearful of things that can do harm, yes. Beasts, and otherwise.

[improvesmorale]

You also know about the beasts.

[manipulatent]

Why, did you assume that they were hallucinations? All in your head?

[improvesmorale]

No. I'm just wondering how many people are on the same page.

[manipulatent]

Of course. No, the bloodthirsty things are evidently a consistent theme along this damned island.

[improvesmorale]

I definitely don't think they're only in my head.

[manipulatent]

They definitely exist, seeking your destruction.

[improvesmorale]

Everyone's destruction. You mean.

[manipulatent]

Yes. Do you think they feel hunger? As they wait outside the hospital you reside in, yearning?

[improvesmorale]

Are you trying to frighten me?

[manipulatent]

Why would I, a stranger, do that?

[improvesmorale]

The point is, it's not going to work. Trust me.