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[fuckyousoleil]

[observant types may notice thin, very thin, thread-like objects snapping through the air, heading towards the gaping void. They work quickly; the seams seem to come together rapidly, smoothly, as if it were nothing.]

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[fuckyousoleil]

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[hardlyboy]

Excuse me.

[fuckyousoleil]

- what?

[hardlyboy]

[bows slightly]

Are you hurt?

[fuckyousoleil]

Why would I be hurt?

[hardlyboy]

You appeared to be somewhat distressed, for the moment. My apologies.

My name is Naoto Shirogane; I'm a detective. I'm currently questioning anyone who saw the incident in the cornfield. Can you please tell me what you saw?

[fuckyousoleil]

Anyone would be, after seeing that.

I'm Kuro. It was . . . like something just ripped open before being sewn back together. I don't know.

[hardlyboy]

Have you ever seen something like it before?

[fuckyousoleil]

Nope!

[hardlyboy]

I see. How long have you been in Camp?

[fuckyousoleil]

A month, maybe a little less . . . not that long.

[hardlyboy]

Indeed. You arrived with the group from the fair, correct?

[fuckyousoleil]

So what?

[hardlyboy]

They've been the subject of some scrutiny lately, given their awkward position here.

[fuckyousoleil]

Excuse me for providing you with a new make-out spot, god.

[hardlyboy]

Wh-- that's not what I--