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[tastefortalent]

[In your dressing room: a young boy in a medical uniform, holding a scalpel.]

...w-where did it all go?

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[justanimitator]

[you know who didn't learn their lesson with the whole yandere!Lily incident?

...this guy]

Um... where did... what go?

[tastefortalent]

My... my collection. It's not here...

[justanimitator]

Y-- you lost something? Um, that's bad!

...Do you... need help? To find it, I mean!

[tastefortalent]

I -- n-no! No.

...no one's allowed to see it except me.

[futureforbirds]

[it's an unfamiliar face! That alone gives Kaito pause. The rest is a bit strange, but he's going to wave]

Hello!

[tastefortalent]

[STARTLED]

Ah... hello. Um, where is this...?

DELETE EDITED FOR BAD WRITING.

[futureforbirds]

[ah, he startled him. Kaito decides the best thing he can do is calm down about it being a new person and talk quietly.]

Well... this will probably sound strange. Really strange. But you're in an unusual city called the Dressing Room. Sometimes people come here without meaning to.

I SAW NOTHING.

[tastefortalent]

Oh... [well, that's not the craziest thing he's heard before.]

Um, then how do I get home? I can't just stay here...

So I heard we were starting a low self esteem club

[diamondalice]

Where did all of what go?
Did you loose something?

join the party bro :|b

[tastefortalent]

My collection, I... I lost it. I lost all of it...

[...you might have just heard a sob.]

Par-taay \o\

[diamondalice]

[Wh-what, crying children, that's not a good thing at all.]

H-Hey now, calm down! I'm certain you can find it again!
It's rather difficult to loose an entire collection of anything, right?

[tastefortalent]

[...thickly, through a whimper]

...I knew I should have taken a sample from someone organized...

[futurebro]

[Mikuo got bad feeling about this.]

Something's missing?

[tastefortalent]

[Doesn't quite register that Mikuo's there, mumbling softly to himself.]

And I worked so hard on it, too... did someone take it from me?

[futurebro]

[He doesn't like what's going on, decides to approach closer.]

Hey.

[tastefortalent]

A-Aah! [Brings his scalpel up as if to defend himself, but then stands at ease a moment later.]

...um, yes?