Day 58: Meeting Room 2
It had only been seconds since he had spoken with the stranger, yet Seishin found himself back where he had started as though he had never left. Dawn had come quickly with him being none the wiser; if anything, his confusion had only increased. He did not recall ever heading back to this room, much less going to bed. Furthermore, the grays he had worn the day before had been replaced by a different uniform. Had they...changed him while he had been asleep?
How had he not remembered all this? Unless he had lost consciousness, somehow.
As confusing and sudden as it all was, Seishin had not been granted the time to process it. They had other plans for him. A soldier had already arrived, curtly informing him that his presence was needed "upstairs". The order had been a surprise, to say the least. He had quickly learned the mental institute had been but a facade to hide this apparent military's true purposes, yet this had never been mentioned. Was it common to be taken aside for unknown reasons? Despite the soldier's claim he would not be hurt as long as he offered them his cooperation, he could not quite help but to be wary of them.
But he did not have much of a choice, did he? So he followed the soldier, reluctantly, but quietly and without protest. He did not have a good feeling about this, though he kept his expression as neutral as he could. At least his life in Sotoba had been good for at least this much.
The tour of the institute, as brief as it was, ended in a cream-colored meeting room. There was a long glass table in the center, surrounded by leather chairs. He was to take a seat in one of them. Take a seat, and wait. For what, precisely? He could not even guess.
Reluctantly, he did as he was told, folding his hands on his lap as he waited.
How had he not remembered all this? Unless he had lost consciousness, somehow.
As confusing and sudden as it all was, Seishin had not been granted the time to process it. They had other plans for him. A soldier had already arrived, curtly informing him that his presence was needed "upstairs". The order had been a surprise, to say the least. He had quickly learned the mental institute had been but a facade to hide this apparent military's true purposes, yet this had never been mentioned. Was it common to be taken aside for unknown reasons? Despite the soldier's claim he would not be hurt as long as he offered them his cooperation, he could not quite help but to be wary of them.
But he did not have much of a choice, did he? So he followed the soldier, reluctantly, but quietly and without protest. He did not have a good feeling about this, though he kept his expression as neutral as he could. At least his life in Sotoba had been good for at least this much.
The tour of the institute, as brief as it was, ended in a cream-colored meeting room. There was a long glass table in the center, surrounded by leather chairs. He was to take a seat in one of them. Take a seat, and wait. For what, precisely? He could not even guess.
Reluctantly, he did as he was told, folding his hands on his lap as he waited.