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| '''Scene 1: Woods'''
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| Sunlight spills down like rain brushing against your skin. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel its brilliance.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' How are you feeling, Kirstie?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Thanks for taking me out for a stroll, Ms. (Name). I haven't felt like this for a while.
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| She stretches a little and smiles at you apologetically.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' That other me... must have frightened you. I'm sorry.
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| She lowers her head, fingers gripping her gown, averting your gaze.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Don't worry about it. I know that wasn't really you.
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| The calm and shy girl in front of you doesn't feel like the frenzied character you watched in the trial recording.
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| They are indeed different people.
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| '''Scene 2: Flashback (Vyn's home)'''
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I've finished the book about criminals with DID.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' It's hard to imagine psychological trauma could result in so many... fragmented personalities...
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' And these "fragmented" personalities are caged within the same body.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Which led to suffering and pain...
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Should a crime committed by one, be paid by all of them?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' At the end of the novel...
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| Vyn suddenly cuts you off by shaking his head.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' You shall have your own answer to that one day.
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| '''Scene 3: Present (Woods)'''
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Ms. (Name), do you have some time to talk?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Sure. What do you want to talk about?
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| Kirstie should be enjoying the brightest moments of her life if she hadn't fallen prey to madness and stabbed her boyfriend...
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| It was [[Artem Wing|Artem]]'s medical report that proved to be instrumental in turning the ironclad case against Kirstie around.
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| Kirstie was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder. A violent alter who identifies as "Kirstie's father" had committed the crime.
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| Though free from the charges, her life is still destroyed. She may have to stay in this clinic for the rest of her life.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' I... used to have a sister. My mom took her when she left us back when I was very young...
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| Kirstie seems entranced, lost in memories.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Unlike me, who gets beaten up by my dad all the time... my sister was independent and kind.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' She's been out in the world, and she'd always tell me about it whenever she comes to visit me in secret...
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Ms. (Name), you remind me of my sister.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Ehh?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Like my sister, you're also very independent and kind... taking me out for a stroll like this...
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Ms. (Name), would you mind if I call you Big Sis?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Well...
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' I'm sorry... That came out of nowhere. Please forget that I've said it.
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| Kirstie looks up at the sky with a lonely look.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Roses were also her favorite... And when he proposed to me, he also came with a large bouquet of roses...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Is that so?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Roses of the color of blood...
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| Kirstie doesn't seem to hear you. She is mumbling to herself in a low voice.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...Kirstie?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Roses...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' You alright?
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| Unable to get a response, you take a step closer to her. After a long period of silence, she finally raises her head.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Step away from my Kirstie!
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| She draws out a dagger that she somehow concealed in one of the sleeves. You see the reflection of your own panicked face on the blade.
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| She has a dagger, and you have but your fists. The situation doesn't call for a reckless course of action.
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| You try to remain calm as to not intimidate her.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Mind introducing yourself?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' We've already met.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' No. We haven't. "He" wouldn't respond to me so calmly. So, I ask you again: Who are you?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' You don't seem frightened. Interesting.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Aren't you a bit curious why Vyn let us out here without supervision?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| Two hours ago...
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| '''Scene 4: Flashback (Hospital Corridor)'''
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Did it mess up your schedule, coming here on a whim?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' To be honest, I'm grateful for the chance to actually meet the defendant of that famous case.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Are you curious about her, or about cases that [[Artem Wing|Artem]] handled in general?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Both.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' The novel is still just a novel. I thought, maybe I could find the answer to your question earlier from [[Kirstie Gonzales|Kirstie]].
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' You're optimistic, and bold, if I might add.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' How so?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Because Kirstie is still considered a potentially dangerous patient to be around with, regardless of her other personalities.
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| Vyn squints a little as if seeing through you.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But...
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| You are suddenly cut short by the blaring alarms.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' What happened?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' With me.
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| A warning light lights up outside a nearby room. Vyn rushes over with you behind him.
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| {{tab/header|Story 2}}
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| '''Scene 1: Hospital Ward'''
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Whacha doin' here?
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| Drastically different from how you remembered her from the news, Kirstie speaks in a man's tone... and a rude one at that.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' This is Ms. (Name), a colleague of [[Artem Wing|Mr. Wing]]'s who defended you in court. She's here to do a follow-up assessment of you.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Follow-up? That good-for-nothin' daughter of mine put you up to it, didn't she?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' That's a mean thing to call your own daughter...
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' I raised her! Livin' in me house, spendin' me money, eatin' me food... yet she ran off just like that. Should've strangled her at birth...
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' So you took it out on her boyfriend.
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| Vyn's tone remains impartial, as if simply stating a fact.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Blah! I didn't do no nothin'!
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' If it weren't for her telling the world that I'm crazy, and a murderer, I wouldn't be rottin' here in this stinkin' hospital!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...!?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' If you deny such accusations, why did you confess back then?
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| "She" glares at you.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' I didn't confess nothin'! It's all that Artem bastard, I tell you! Wait. You work for him, don't ya? Get over here!
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| Kirstie suddenly charges at you.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Watch out!
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| Vyn raises his voice in warning and swiftly moves to within an arm's reach of Kirstie, holding her wrist tight.
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| The usual gentle smile is gone from his face, and his golden eyes have also lost their warmth.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' It's dangerous to keep a knife on you.
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| The slim blade falls to the floor from Kirstie's sleeve with a loud clatter.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' The knife... When did she...
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' The lad's got a sharp eye.
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| You and Vyn have bought enough time for the staff to arrive and put Kirstie down with a tranquilizer.
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| Vyn leads you out of the room while Kirstie lies unconscious in her bed.
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| '''Scene 2: Hospital Corridor'''
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| It doesn't seem like "Kirstie" admits to the crime, nor does "she" seem like she was faking it.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Are you suspecting that the other personality was not the true perpetrator of the crime?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Huh?
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| Vyn turns slightly to face you, as if waiting for your answer.
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| {{tab/header|Choice: Admit}}
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' What I don't get is, if the judgment has already been passed, why would "she" still refuse to admit to the crime?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Judging from the outcome of the trial, though Kirstie was declared innocent, "she" still caused harm to the victim.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But "she" didn't seem to be pretending either... Could there be more to it?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' You are beautifully innocent, but you naively assume the best out of the worst kind of people when they appear vulnerable.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...That's what Artem says often as well, me being too naive for my own good.
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| It's my fatal flaw as an attorney...
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Not at all. Naive, yes, but sharp, nevertheless.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Sharp? You mean I...
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| As if knowing what you're thinking, Vyn gently nods.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Yes.
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| {{tab/header|Choice: ...(Conceal)}}
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| If that personality isn't the true perpetrator, then it means that Vyn's and Artem's conclusion was in error.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| No. That can't be... Even if Artem was deceived, there's no way Vyn would be.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' The attitude of that personality feels strange to me... But maybe I'm overthinking it...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Have there been signs of other personalities to make you think that?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' There are still many mysteries surrounding Kirstie.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' The thing is, though I diagnosed her with DID, I am uncertain how many different personalities reside within her.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' However, given the situation, Artem had to proceed with the crime being committed by a confirmed alter-personality of hers.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Would she return to her usual self when she wakes up?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' She would.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' May I... have a moment with her alone?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' You do not seem to be afraid of being harmed by her in her frenzied state.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Of course I am! And it seems that "she" holds a grudge against women in general...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But now that she's sedated, I should be relatively safe for the time being, right? It's a chance I'm willing to take.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' I guess there is no talking you out of this.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' You have my permission. However, do keep yourself at a safe distance.
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| Vyn hesitates for a moment and then points in the opposite direction.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' I need to check her recent medical records. Do holler if you feel you are in danger.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Got it!
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| You got some time alone with Kirstie as requested. She timidly asked if you could take her out for a stroll in a soft voice.
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| With Vyn's permission, you took Kirstie to the clinic's own backyard. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
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| Until...
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| '''Scene 3: Woods'''
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Aren't you a bit curious why Vyn let us out here without supervision?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' He gave permission only because I asked for it. If you're trying to intimidate and scare me, save it.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Well, you've got brains. I'll give you that. But, so what? No one's here to save you.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' You'll never be Kirstie's Big Sis... I won't let you...
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| Her tone is soft, with a subtle threat in her voice akin to the airy hiss of a venomous snake.
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| She closes in on you with the dagger in hand.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' What do you want?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' What do I want? Independent, kind... Her words describe ME! Who are you to take them for yourself!?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Stay quiet. I'll do a better job than the last time...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' The last time...?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...So you're the one who murdered Kirstie's boyfriend.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' So what? The guy's a loser! He doesn't deserve my sister! He can't give Kirstie the happiness she deserves!
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| '''Scene 1: Woods'''
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' I got Kirstie out of the hands of that drunkard of a father to begin life anew...
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' And her boyfriend? He's been sleeping around while dating my Kirstie! That piece of crap doesn't deserve my Kirstie!
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Kirstie could've forgotten all of that and enjoy<!--sic--> a peaceful life here, away from harm...
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' WHY!? Why do you have to make her remember? You even dare to want to replace me as her sister!?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Never even crossed my mind.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Shut it!
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| [[File:Vyn "Near and Far" CG1.jpg|300px|right]]What follows her furious roar is the gleaming cold blade.
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| Dancing in symphony with the silent gleam of the blade and droplets of blood, cloth buttons fall, still tangling on broken threads.
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| Paralyzed by fright and fear, your blood freezes in the infinity of that moment's time.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Dr. Richter!
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| Vyn's sudden appearance feels like warmth pouring through broken ice, reinvigorating your body.
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| Before you can catch a breath, you catch sight of the wound on Vyn's arm.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Your arm...!
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| Kirstie had inflicted a nasty laceration on Vyn's left arm. Crimson blood runs down his arm onto the ground.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' A mere flesh wound.
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| Vyn stands firm in between you and Kirstie, shielding you from her madness and fury.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Never mind that.
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| Vyn focuses his attention on Kirstie.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' I am the only one in the world who cares about Kirstie... But all of you just want to separate us!
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' You all want to hurt her! But I'll protect her! I'll never abandon her!
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' She is the true culprit behind everything... Kirstie's third personality!
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' More on that later. Just look after yourself first.
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| Before your eyes, Vyn parries Kirstie's striking dagger in one swift motion.
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| At the same time, he expertly sticks the needle of the syringe into Kirstie's neck.
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| Within moments, the tranquilizer's translucent liquid overpowers Kirstie, promptly knocking her out without a struggle.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Kirstie regarded you as her sister, which then triggered the third personality inside her.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' She exhibits extreme possessiveness and would not tolerate the existence of an equal. Thus, she reacted to eliminate the threat.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' If she were to have it her way, things would likely to unfold as how it did three years ago:<!--sic-->
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' She retreated back into Kirstie's subconsciousness, laying dormant while the second violent personality became the scapegoat.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' This way, neither she nor Kirstie herself would ever be implicated.
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| Vyn relays the whole scenario to you calmly and seems to have uncovered the truth in this relatively short amount of time.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Is Kirstie herself aware of this?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' DID switching is like throwing a switch; different personalities do not have a shared memory.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I see...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' By the way, it was fortunate that you got here when you did... but, what are you doing here?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' I was a little worried, so I made my way here as soon as I finished checking her medical reports.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Wait! Your arm! It's still bleeding! We have to treat the wound right away!
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Is it that bad?
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| Vyn lifts up his arm to check the wound.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' It looks worse than it actually is.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Do not worry. I am a medical doctor, you know? It is nothing serious.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' We have to wait for the staff to take Kirstie back. The bleeding should stop by then.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' You should go and have it looked at. I'll wait for the staff here.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' My absence put you in danger in the first place. I will not make the same mistake twice.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I...
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| I was the one who made such a reckless request that led to all these...
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| Looking at Vyn's bloodied sleeve, you can't help but feel guilty about his injury.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Dr. Richter, if you don't mind... I'll dress the wound for you.
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| '''Scene 1: Woods'''
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| With Vyn's approval, you start rummaging through your purse.
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| However, you've found nothing of use to dress his wound.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| You look toward your own sleeves in slight hesitance... You're about to rip off a strip from your sleeve when a handkerchief appears before you.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Would this do?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' You could've taken that out before I went through all the trouble!
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' I did not want to get it stained.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Are doctors all germaphobes...? But you're a shrink...
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| Vyn seems to have heard you despite how you were mumbling under your breath and proceeds to give you an innocent look.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Well... I guess now is the time to use it.
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| [[File:Vyn "Near and Far" CG2.jpg|300px|right]]The blood blooms across the handkerchief like a watercolor painting, showing no signs of stopping. He needs professional medical attention.
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| Your hand freezes in mid-air, not knowing if you should put more pressure on the wound or not.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Is it done?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Wait, no...
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| The calming, yet alluring floral scent that tickles your nose has you a little entranced.
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| You lift your head to look for its source, but find yourself amidst the tender sea of champagne gold that is Vyn's eyes.
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| It is at this moment that you realize how close the two of you are.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...Keep your arm steady.
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| It takes almost every bit of your willpower to pull yourself out of that gentle warmth...
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| His arm is still bleeding... This is no time to be daydreaming!
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Of course.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' You need not be overly careful. I am not that fragile, and it does not hurt.
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| The more he tries to comfort you, the worse you feel inside. Your fingers can't help but start trembling.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' The handkerchief can only temporarily stop the bleeding... You'd be better off going to the infirmary.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' All right.
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| Vyn stands up and pulls away from you. You take this chance to feel your own cheeks and find them burning hot.
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| Then, you insist that Vyn has his wound properly treated at the infirmary.
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| Meanwhile, you escort Kirstie back to her room with the clinic staff.
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| '''Scene 2: Hospital Ward'''
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| Looking at how Kirstie is sound asleep in her bed, you find yourself lost in your thoughts.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| You can't help but wonder just what is the relationship like between Kirstie and her other personalities?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Huh... Ms. (Name)? When did we get back?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Never mind that. How are you feeling?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' It's "him" again, isn't it? ... I'm sorry.
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| Looks like Kirstie is not aware of the existence of her "sister" within her. You decide to keep that from her as to not risk triggering her.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' It's fine. The other you... Well, he claims to be your father...
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| Kirstie grips tightly onto both arms with a forlorn expression.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' I know about him. When I told you about my sister before... It's also related to him.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' She always said that she'll take me away from dad, so she came to negotiate with him one day...
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' But, they got into a fight on the way back and both died in an accident.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''Flashback'''
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' I got Kirstie out of the hands of that drunkard of a father to begin life anew...
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| '''Present day'''
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| Maybe, it wasn't an accident...
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' I've been thinking... Could it be because of my dad taking his revenge on me that I've become like this?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Since he's back to haunt me... Where's my sister? I miss her...
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| You cannot fathom how the other two personalities were created.
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| If she learned of the truth one day, would she still want to see her "sister," and "be together always" with her in this manner?
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| You shake your head and try to smile at Kirstie.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Your sister must've loved you very much. She'd want you to know that she will always be there for you.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' You will get better.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Thank you, Ms. (Name).
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Oh... Could you please pass Dr. Richter a personal message from me?
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| '''Scene 1: Hospital Ward'''
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Ms. (Name), could you please pass Dr. Richter a personal message from me?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Sure thing. What is it?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Please apologize to him on my behalf... I hope he recovers from his injury soon.
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| Kirstie raises her head and looks at you timidly through her uneven bangs.
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| You can't help but sigh... It doesn't matter what the other personalities do, she has to be burdened with the weight of them all...
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| She is guilty while also innocent. It suddenly hits you that Vyn's question earlier has no one answer.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I'll be sure to tell him. Now, just rest.
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| ...Wait a sec. How does she know about Richter's injury?
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| Vyn only had his wound treated after Kirstie passed out, and you don't remember telling her about the incident.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' (Huh!?)
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| '''Flashback'''
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' DID switching is like throwing a switch; different personalities do not have a shared memory.
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| '''Present'''
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| Vyn's voice echoes in your head. You suddenly feel a chill run down your spine and take a step back.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Well... I'll be on my way to see Dr. Richter now if there's nothing else...
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Okay.
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| You force yourself to remain calm. You open the door and were about to walk out when Kirstie calls you from behind.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Ms. (Name), you'll visit me again, won't you?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Next time, would you please bring me some flowers?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Any flower in particular?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Roses.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Red roses.
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| She smiles and points at the vase by the side of her bed.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Red roses do seem more lively than sunflowers, don't you think? The color's much more vibrant too...
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' It's a deal then. I'll be looking forward to your next visit.
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| Under Kirstie's gaze, you slowly close the door.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Gosh!
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| You almost jump right out of your skin when you bump into the person standing right outside the door.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Dr. Richter! You... You heard everything, didn't you?
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| Vyn's wound has been properly treated and is now concealed under his sleeve.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Yes. No need to worry. I will be sure to take care of things here.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' I want to talk to you about something else, but this is not the place. Come with me, please.
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| '''Scene 2: Office'''
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| The temperature inside Vyn's office feels a few degrees lower than outside.
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| It gives you the chills, raising goosebumps the moment you walk in.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Is it about our Kirstie?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Indeed. I overheard your conversation earlier. Kirstie claims to once have a sister?
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yeah... She passed away in an accident. I was thinking that maybe this could be what created this personality in the first place?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' I originally believed that her "sister" alter was created to keep herself company, and as a self-defense mechanism against her violent father.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' To keep her company? Because she misses her sister and feels alone?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Kirstie has no sister. The only family she has is an alcoholic father.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' She said they both died in an accident because they fought on the way back...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But if she didn't have a sister to begin with... then everything is fabricated...
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Not everything. Her father did die in a drinking and driving accident.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' But hasn't Auto-AI Driving already been implemented for several years? It's an alternative meant to prevent people from drinking and driving.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' There were signs of tampering on the dashboard, but such suspicions were dismissed on various grounds, and the incident was thus regarded as an accident.
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| Kirstie's "sister" claimed to have helped Kirstie get away from their father... And now, the damaged dashboard...
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| So, that's how...
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Kirstie suffered great psychological trauma and was unable to deal with the pain and desperation that ensued.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' She isolated her innocent self so that part of her could live a carefree life...
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| And her fears were replaced by something no less complex...
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' (Name), do you truly believe that Kirstie is "innocent," as you put it?
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| {{tab/header|Story 6}}
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| '''Scene 1: Office'''
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I...
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| Vyn's question points you in a direction you didn't want to think about once more.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' If what happened just now wasn't her "sister" pretending to be her...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Then it affirms that they share a common memory since she knows you were injured.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Even if her violent "father" isn't completely innocent, he probably is the least guilty party out of the three.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' What's going to happen to Kirstie, Dr. Richter?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Now that her hidden personality has been triggered, I will adjust her treatments accordingly. Not to worry.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Your discovery will greatly aid in her recovery in the long run, in a way.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' I apologize for what you had to go through today.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Don't. I'm really grateful to you for giving me a chance to meet her in person.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I should be the one apologizing to you... Your injury is...
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' "Fine" is what it is.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' It was imprudent of me to let you be with her alone without proper supervision. Fortunately, I am the only one injured.
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| He stands there with the light at his back, yet his eyes seem to glow more radiantly than ever in the shadows.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' I think a good night of rest is in order for you. Come. I will send you back.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Yeah... Thanks.
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| '''Scene 2: Your Residence'''
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| Standing by your window, you wave goodbye to Vyn as he steps back into the car and drives away.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Everything happened so fast... Dr. Richter got injured because of me...
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Mere apologies won't do. I owe him much more than that.
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I must find the time to thank him in full.
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| You rest your head on the table, take another deep breath, and close your eyes in exhaustion.
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| '''Scene 3: Hospital Ward'''
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| The door to the room swings open from the outside. Sitting up just a little on the bed, Kirstie smiles at the visitor.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Dr. Richter, did you send Ms. (Name) home?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' What a pity. I enjoy talking to her.
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| Vyn adjusts his glasses and glances at the short-haired young woman indifferently.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' You can drop the act. You and I are the only ones here.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' You're here to scold me then?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' You have frightened her. I did not expect that. Needless to say, I am not happy about it.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' You intended for her to wake me.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' True. You only showed yourself once when your sister was admitted to the clinic and have been put dormant by her ever since.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Your sister protected you too well. I ran out of options, so I had to get creative.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' ...
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Your sister deceived everyone. That naive and innocent persona even passed the lie detector.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' However, I know that you are the main persona and not an alter.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' So what? You can't prove it.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' I only want to have my doubts affirmed. I will not do anything to you. You just have to spend your life here being treated.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Well, I like it here.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Sure. If you prefer this to freedom.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' I don't need freedom. All I need is my sister.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' You know, my treatment for you could not really begin until you resurfaced.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' ...What are you saying?
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' I am going to help you re-integrate your different personalities, but it also means that you will have to face your demons.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' You will live out your entire life in this place, filled with regrets and guilt.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' I deem it a befitting atonement for taking the life of the young man who loved you with all his heart.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Humph! You don't believe in that justice bull-crap like that lady attorney of yours, do you?
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' No. You don't. You just think you're above the law.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' You just want to play god! How ironic. I'm in here, but you're the true madman!
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Intriguing. Now I really find you an interesting patient of mine.
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' Heed my words, Richter. You will fall from your pedestal... and crawl at rock bottom!
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| Kirstie glares furiously at Vyn and bites down on her lips.
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| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' I look forward to the day your word comes to pass — if it ever does at all.
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