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Night 52: F11-F20 Hallway
Asuka had almost missed the eerie, parting words of the head doctor as she hustled around her room. Everything had been eaten so she would have plenty of energy to burn all night. Her roommate never returned to the room, which was more than fine with Asuka. It gave her free reign to bustle around their compact prison cell, grabbing her baseball bat from the wardrobe against the wall, as well as her red jersey Junpei had given her. She wrinkled her nose every time she saw it, but it was her favorite shade of red. It made her stand out and that was very important. The eva pilot also remembered to take along her radio this time after Okita had stressed how important it was.
Since there had yet to be any regular pattern from the nurses suddenly walking in after dinner was handed out, Asuka was confident her preparation would not be discovered. True, her roommate could walk in any minute along with her resident vulture, but the head doctor's broadcast was already running. It wasn't likely she was here any longer. It was the same superficial yammering as the night before and the night before that, so the redhead didn't bother paying much attention. The institute grew silent and dark soon after as Asuka tugged her jersey on over her regular uniform. It was in her struggle that she heard the strange chuckle and the ominous message thereafter.
Well, it was either for them or for another person in his office. Either way, it seemed this night might get interesting. It was hard to manage, but Asuka successfully grabbed her flashlight, radio, and baseball bat before leaving her room for the main hallway.
[To here]
Since there had yet to be any regular pattern from the nurses suddenly walking in after dinner was handed out, Asuka was confident her preparation would not be discovered. True, her roommate could walk in any minute along with her resident vulture, but the head doctor's broadcast was already running. It wasn't likely she was here any longer. It was the same superficial yammering as the night before and the night before that, so the redhead didn't bother paying much attention. The institute grew silent and dark soon after as Asuka tugged her jersey on over her regular uniform. It was in her struggle that she heard the strange chuckle and the ominous message thereafter.
Well, it was either for them or for another person in his office. Either way, it seemed this night might get interesting. It was hard to manage, but Asuka successfully grabbed her flashlight, radio, and baseball bat before leaving her room for the main hallway.
[To here]
F17
With a groan, she got up and walked towards her desk to finish today's entry in her diary. On the top of the page there was a note that read "Bulletin Board: Roommate Gretal discharged from the institute" and "To friends: Room change to F17." The rest of the page was filled with events and conversations that happened several hours ago. At the bottom of the page was a message to Shuji, thanking him for the beautiful ring, which sat next to her diary. Fumbling it through her fingers, she observed in facination at the way the red stone sparkled in the light. When Chise found it in her drawer, she instantly assumed that it was an engagement ring from Shuji; what else could it be (other than an equipped accessory to boost up her states)?
Several minutes later after the intercom went off, she decided to head outside to stop by Fai's room and then explore the rest of the institute. After memorizing her map, she put her diary away, slipped on the ring, and exited the room with her flashlight in tow.
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