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Nemesis Heart - R3
[The first time you try to open your eyes, there is nothing but red.]
[Questions bubble up, voiceless:
What will you keep?
What will you change?
What will you do?]
[And then your eyes open.]
[Questions bubble up, voiceless:
What will you keep?
What will you change?
What will you do?]
[And then your eyes open.]

IBARAKI HOUSE
[Down the side street, behind the Yonekawas' lot, the house sits; two storeys of tan stucco and brown storm shutters and somewhat loose ceramic roof tiles, a sliver of outdoor space mostly taken up by old construction equipment and tackle boxes and motorcycle parts. The motorcycle parked on the concrete parking slab is equally old but obviously given more attention, the chrome shiny and the toolbox tucked under the corrugated tin shed against the wall. In front of that are two smaller bicycles, one shiny pink and decorated with ribbons, one looking like it barely survived a wreck, the paint (and fenders, and basket, and wheels...) chipped and flaking.
Light shines from the windows, and the faint sound of voices streams from the open windows and door.
You wonder if they expect you.]
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Wh
uh????????????
he, what?
He should have listened to those tiles.
...I guess he... knocks on the door?]
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Something about this place feels heavy]
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hesitates, but goes to investigate those bikes first. ]
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The white one looks like someone had spent quite a bit of time decorating it with mech stickers and speed lines and other taped on accents before it was run over by a truck]
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huffs, but heads to the door. ]
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