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COMPOSURE - You wake up- or shall to be said, awaken up. However, your body doesn't feel light.
PERCEPTION - You are not refreshed as you previously thought. The sleep makes you feel... okay-ish, to be awaken up in the middle of the night.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - You need to start exercising NOW! I was going to advice you to hit the gym as soon as possible, but i remember the world is a wrecked shit hole right now.
LOGIC - No possibility.
YOU - hear a knock from the enclosure.
Protagonist - "Who is it this time?"
YOU - hope for at least for sane survivors to come in, like that tall guy for an example.
EMPHATHY - He is a good guy, for sure, only sometimes rude.
DRAMA - He is wicked. Those hands are mad to rummage possessions! He will destroy your furnitures, sooner or later, pal.
REACTION SPEED - Oh, shush, you dumb whore!
HALF LIGHT - LMAO WHAT-
VOLITION - Quiet! He will not do such motive. He is a fine comprade. We can dig something from him if his head is in more better state.
YOU - are trudging yourself to the entrance. This weightens you, the responsibility to open your abode for someone. Oh, not a warm welcome is okay as long as one gets a shelter to clutch onto their knees.
COMPOSURE - You are able to look through the peep hole. You are seeing someone wearing a bow tie-
CONCEPTUALIZATION - It is not an ordinary bow tie. The tuxedo is uncommon commodity. Must be expensive, but not saying it is specially tailored for him. He radiates cheerful attitude, although his skin condition doesn't help much with his condition and appearence. Is his living job being a conductor or a poet?
Survivor - "Hello. You have a beautiful home here! It is much quieter out here. In the city everything screams. I was hoping I might be able to impose upon you."
YOU - are perplexed. Another random weirdo appreciated your home like he is your long lost distant family member deserves to be treated with hospitality.
Protagonist - "What is so beautiful about this place?"
CONCEPTUALIZATION - Indeed. What is so beautiful about this home? I judge better.
REACTION SPEED - You can't.
Survivor - "The silence... The emptiness... It's so still out here. I shiver, even caught in the frantic city's heat. A fever trapped. The streets no longer cool as the night falls. I'd be ashiver either way, alas, it's the rot, you see. Each morning i wake, i lie and wonder if I'll live to see the next. A tale like mine is best swallowed in one foul gulp. I do not belong in the panic. Where life struggles against the current."
AUTHORITY - He is spewing bullshit here.
YOU - notice one of his arm seems off.
ENCYCLOPEDIA - This is called gangrene. Lack, no, even no supply of oxygen is flowing through the artilleries and veins that causes body cells to decompose.
Protagonist - "Your arm... How did you get gangrene?"
Survivor - "A fair question. For now... I shall say this. I once lived with a girl i adored. She changed...everyday. Little by little. And oh it was beautiful. Until the others came. And, well... I trust you can surmise the rest. Now I stand before you. Alone."
INLAND EMPIRE - She is important to him. Beyond what the world storages for us.
YOU - What shall you decide? Let him in or do not let him in?
LOGIC - He is keen on what he desires, but not erasing the fact he is a shady person. I recommend to not let him in.
INLAND EMPIRE - You are a fool if you can't see through past his confession. Let him in so we can get to divulge accordingly.
SAVOIR FAIRE - He looks like rich a individual. Let him in.
EMPATHY - Hello? What about his numb arm? The gangrene, guys...
COMPOSURE - The current decision is the best outcome. It is not like you will lose our soul to this person or because of this.
ENDURANCE - You mean "to die"?
Protagonist - "Fine. Come on in. Do not touch and take stuff without my permission."
Survivor - "Thank you. I will not and will do just fine."
YOU - let another survivor in. Another guest, another task to do. You have to interrogate him in the next morning. He smiled at you before entering the office and closed its wooden aparte.
Protagonist - "Looking good, so far..."
SHIVER - You sense tonight is less warmer. Say, you can feel... cold. Faint cold. The plank below you cracked. The moonlight reflected through from glass of window tto the hole of the plank.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Yeah, you need a beer, do not you? Aren't you feeling fatigue already? You shall smug a concealment and is carefree amid this chaotic nightmare. Sleep tight, sleep tight.
SAVOIR FAIRE - Maybe you are an affable individual, dear homeowner.
YOU - Another knock rings an alert on your system.
REACTION SPEED - STOP.
Intruder - "... home."
Protagonist - "Huh?"
Intruder - "Spacious home you got there."
RHETORIC - Logically, if you haven't seen the person behind it, you won't know who that is. Would you like to know? Do not be ruthless and dubious! Someone is standing behind it.
AUTHORITY - You seem pertubed about not opening it. Open.
SHIVER - Go look who it is. Though, i can't guarantee your safety.
Protagonist - "Pale Man..."
YOU - So, he is here.
ENCYCLOPEDIA - Best known as The Intruder. The murderer the TV has been warning about.
Intruder - "Are you shy, dear homeowner? I am able to inspect you through the peep hole that you are shrinking."
HALF LIGHT - Quick, advance!
Protagonist - "I have a gun!"
Intruder - "Delicious! Despair gives courage to cowards, eh? In this uncanny situation, what topping completes it?"
SAVOIR FAIRE - You fool.
RHETORIC - Wait, i can fix this.
Protagonist - "If submission is what you are looking for, another merit has gone to dust."
Intruder - "What an interesting take of yours. Dogs rule, do not you remember?"
AUTHORITY - Stand still. Take a grip of yourself.
SUGGESTION - Nevertheless, you must spell him under your charm.
Protagonist - "You are not a "dog" yourself if you are a follower of Her. She, you adore. Dogs roam free."
SUGGESTION - Oh, that works too.
Intruder - "......."
YOU - exhale and inhale. This means something, is not it?
Intruder - "Dogs bark with their buddies. We are many and synchronized. Listen, i am not in the mood to humour you, especially relentlessly. So, are you alone?"
COMPOSURE - He looks annoyed. He is annoyed.
LOGIC - Say "no, i am not alone." Which is true. You have guests now.
Protagonist - "No, i am not alone."
Intruder - "Deemed unfortunation. I will see you when the time comes for use to reunite. Another merit will arrive."
CONCEPTUALIZATION - He grinned.
YOU - He left to the wonder. You lock and are gripping to the handle tightly. You are sweating.
DRAMA - Good job for not being eaten again.
YOU - rejected the last two guests who came after him. You don't reaccumulate enough gut in you to believe and not to believe. Might as well to wipe them into rejection.
ENDURANCE - Your stomach is growling. You will go back to sleep with empty stomach. I can tolerate you as usual.
Protagonist - "Yeah, i will. It is not like i will die because of hunger."
RHETORIC - You open the curtains one of your windows and are staring at the scene in front of you.
ENDURANCE - Dead bodies of teenagers. The scene doesn't make you nauseous.
SHIVER - You are used to this already. To the bleak grim.
Protagonist - "I will die because of an extreme cause."