Night 59: F01-F10 Hallway

[inconstancy]

Whoa, was that supposed to be normal? Alarms were going off, and the next thing she expected was some dudes coming in with heavy artillery to give her a hard time. This was pretty unusual, and it left Ramona on alert. In a way, she half-expected this to be some point in the story when there was a time limit keeping her on a set restriction. If she

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[she_is_ruin]

The sensation of drifting back into consciousness was that of a warm tide dragging her in, or maybe like a hand gently pushing her upward. Wake up, wake up. The voice she heard wasn’t her own, though, and was not so much a voice at all as a will separate from her own. A red tide plucking at her, a red hand guiding her.

Sesshouseki.

Wakefulness brought with it many questions, the primary one being: why was it still night? Her fractured memories ended with the basement, with her and Albedo standing in front of the fanged sculpture, but blacking out and waking up again in time for lights out didn’t fit within the usual timeline. The intercom should’ve been encouraging her to start the day, not prepare for another nightshift.

Time. She had lost time somewhere along the way.

But she had regained something, too.

The Yomi that dressed and armed herself wasn’t the same Yomi that had gone down to the basement the night before (or was it the night before last? Or the night before that?). It was a simple fact that struck her without