Narrow streets, long crowded corridors, twist and turns tighter than any rollercoaster the girl had heard of and yet as different as this social space was compared to her home town, Clover found comfort in knowing she could safely traverse the bends and walkways of this safe area without the fear of plastic store mannequins trying to kick her ribs in or floating articles of clothing attempting to suffocate her. It wasn't normal... Nothing would ever return to normal but it was the closest thing to home that she could find and thus the blonde haired mixed raced girl could find solace in this hub, zoning out the loud chatter of groups discussing their experiences and thoughts on the whole situation.

For a few hours now, Clover did little more than wander around in circles, mapping out and cementing the pathways inside of her mind. She didn't dare to step outside the safe zone, not until she could fix her anxiety and not until she had her well deserved break after a hellish tutorial level. And so with that on her mind, Clover would contemplate on the fact that despite never having played any games at the monastery, she had always attributed them with family fun and entertainment. Therefore, the fact that the closest experience to games was this nightmarish system made her sick to the stomach. Even now, hours after she had escaped swarms of enemies, the girl dressed as a nun trembled, shaken up enough that her hands remained glued together in the form of her a prayer.

"Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..."

The soft mutter of words would escape from her lips as girl finally settled down at a billboard that seemed to be filled with posters and letters all asking for missing people. It was no surprise that some wouldn't have survived the encounters they were presented with. Likewise, the fact that people were teleported away from each other meant that families could have been split apart, weeping unknowingly about whether or not their loved ones were safe or not. Thus, Clover would find herself kneeling down on the ground, an odd sight to all that were there. A nun dressed in black and white robes, missing the headdress and with a cross hanging from her neck praying for the souls of those that were yet to be reunited with their families and for those that were no longer able to do so.

"The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters... Eternal rest grant unto him/her, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon him/her.
May he/she rest in peace.
Amen."

adam fujiwara Cecilia

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