Amnesplora: Liminal Space
Wherever you are in the house, whatever you may have been doing right in that moment
You hear a chime, like a clock sounding the hour. Has it only been that long? No, it can't have been, it must've been longer ... right? Oh well. You're out of time, and now you're here.
Here is a liminal space. It's like a washed out version of the Entrance Hall, so big and fancy, with its high vaulted ceilings and polished oakwood floors, intricate detailing, and the ornate front door. Everything else is shrouded by fog. You can try to find the other doors, you can try to find the foyer, but ... they're not there? Walk more than a minute into the fog and you'll find yourself right back where you started.
You hear a chime, like a clock sounding the hour. Has it only been that long? No, it can't have been, it must've been longer ... right? Oh well. You're out of time, and now you're here.
Here is a liminal space. It's like a washed out version of the Entrance Hall, so big and fancy, with its high vaulted ceilings and polished oakwood floors, intricate detailing, and the ornate front door. Everything else is shrouded by fog. You can try to find the other doors, you can try to find the foyer, but ... they're not there? Walk more than a minute into the fog and you'll find yourself right back where you started.

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[ with a smile, then ]
I think—wherever Miura-san's parents are, I think they must know that you have certainly become a great person. After all, Miura-san is certainly strong, and very kind.
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I... That is to say... I am simply doing what I think is right. It is nothing so grand as to call me "great", little flower.
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Is it not so? . . . What makes a man great, except that he does what is right?
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[He's aware that he has not balanced his scales quite right, but he doesn't know why.]
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My apologies—I'm sure . . . it is something that weighs a great deal in your mind.
Ah—but. Uhm . . . Even so, I would like to say . . . I appreciate your kindness, Miura-san, and your gentleness.
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—your words are too kind, Miura-san . . .
. . . a, ah, were you able to leave the mansion in the end . . . ?