[ Akira stays quiet as the whispers start to diver from their original chant. It echoes a different tune about how history will only repeat itself even in another country, another world, another time. No matter what he amounts to, he will fall and drag all his friends with him. His own mind is racing until he's forced to look up, gaze blank yet reflecting a different location entirely in his dull eyes—a dystopian Recolle filled with monsters, small figures that represent people disappear into dark particles.
Igor sits at his desk, tapping his fingertips against the wooden surface as he observes intently. The twins stand at his side, waiting for orders like diligent assistants, but their piercing gaze is practically stabbing into Goro's back.
"There is not much that can be done." With the snap of his fingers, the barred cell doors are replaced with a cinder brick wall to separate the two. "What about you and I strike a deal?"
A contract floats over to him and it details erasing the memories they've received from Retrospec, but they also lose the ability to discern the strange happenings—blissful ignorance is the promise. ]
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Igor sits at his desk, tapping his fingertips against the wooden surface as he observes intently. The twins stand at his side, waiting for orders like diligent assistants, but their piercing gaze is practically stabbing into Goro's back.
"There is not much that can be done." With the snap of his fingers, the barred cell doors are replaced with a cinder brick wall to separate the two. "What about you and I strike a deal?"
A contract floats over to him and it details erasing the memories they've received from Retrospec, but they also lose the ability to discern the strange happenings—blissful ignorance is the promise. ]