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| ==Card Stories==
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| ===Story 1=== | | |story1Summary=The main character, having expressed an interest in meeting one of Vyn's patients with Dissociative Identity Disorder, goes on a walk with a kind and sweet [[Kirstie Gonzales]], who apologizes for one of her alters having frightened the MC earlier that day. As Kirstie recounts her family history, a new personality emerges and threatens the MC with a knife. The MC recalls the circumstances of their meeting two hours prior, when she'd just arrived at the hospital shortly before an alarm sounded.... |
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| '''Scene 1: Woods''' | | |story2Summary=The alarm led to Kirstie's room, where a violent outburst was taking place; Kristie's "father" alter cursed his daughter but denied ever hurting Kirstie's boyfriend, then expressed rage for having been blamed for the murder by Artem and hospitalized. The alter then attacked the MC for her association with Artem, but Vyn intervened and had the patient sedated. When the gentle version of Kirstie returned to consciousness, the MC took her out on a walk, and the perspective returns to the present, where it becomes clear that the new alter threatening the MC in the woods is Kirstie's "big sister," the actual murderer of Kirstie's boyfriend. |
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| Sunlight spills down like rain brushing against your skin. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel its brilliance.
| | |story3Summary=Kirstie's "big sister" attacks the MC, but Vyn appears in the nick of time and takes the attack with his forearm before sedating Kirstie again. The MC offers to dress the injury for him despite his insistence that he has the professional expertise to be sure it isn't severe. |
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| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' How are you feeling, Kirstie?
| | |story4Summary=The MC dresses Vyn's wound, but she finds it won't stop bleeding and makes him go to the infirmary. Back in Kirstie's room, Kirstie recounts more of her family history, revealing information that, combined with an earlier conversation, suggests Kirstie's real big sister may have killed her real father. The MC reassures Kirstie that she's a good person and her sister would have wanted her to get better. |
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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. | | |story5Summary=Kirstie asks the MC to apologize to Vyn for having injured him; the MC remembers that Vyn had previously told her that different alters do not share memory. She realizes she's still in danger and slowly leaves to avoid alarming the violent alter as Kirstie slips smoothly into the "big sister's" voice and asks her to visit again. In the hall, the MC runs into Vyn, who overheard the conversation and reveals Kirstie never had a sister. Vyn then presents his final theories on how her personality originally fractured. |
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| She stretches a little and smiles at you apologetically.
| | |story6Summary=Vyn reassures the MC that the day's incidents will ultimately help Kirstie's treatment, then drives her home. Back at the hospital, Vyn speaks to Kirstie's "big sister" with coldness, admitting he intended the MC to wake the dormant main persona the whole time. He tells her that he'll reintegrate her personalities so that she can live her life in the hospital full of regret and guilt as punishment for her having killed someone who loved her with all his heart, and she curses him as a madman in response. |
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| '''[[Kirstie Gonzales]]:''' That other me... must have frightened you. I'm sorry. | | |storyLocations= |
| | {{Background location|name=Woods|location=Giannovyn Mental Health Research Center|image=Woods - Day.png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=|location=Vyn's Residence|image=Vyn's Residence - Living Room (Day).png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Hospital Corridor|location=Giannovyn Mental Health Research Center|image=Hospital - Hallway.png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Hospital Ward|location=Giannovyn Mental Health Research Center|image=Hospital - Patient Room (Day).png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Office|location=Giannovyn Mental Health Research Center|image=Giannovyn MHRC - Office (Day).png}} |
| | {{Background location|name=Your Residence|location=Main Character's Residence|image=Main Character's Residence - Downstairs (Day).png}} |
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| She lowers her head, fingers gripping her gown, averting your gaze.
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| | {{Character|name=Vyn Richter|image=Vyn character icon 1.png}} |
| | {{Character|name=Kirstie Gonzales|image=Kirstie Gonzales character icon.png}} |
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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.
| | |videoCallTitle=Near and Far |
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| They are indeed different people.
| | {{SL|Vyn|It is I. Is this... not a good time?}} |
| | | {{SL|Vyn|If you are tired, please retire for the night. You may catch a cold if you fall asleep on your desk.}} |
| '''Scene 2: Flashback (Vyn's home)'''
| | {{SL|Vyn|I saw your message from earlier. Was there something you needed my assistance with?}} |
| | | {{SL|Vyn|My profession is dangerous? Why do you say that? Did you come across something?}} |
| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' I've finished the book about criminals with DID.
| | {{SL|Vyn|That article may have been exaggerating. Psychiatry is not as dangerous as you believe it is.}} |
| | | {{SL|Vyn|Though some patients may be considered eccentric, most of them are not aggressive.}} |
| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' It's hard to imagine psychological trauma could result in so many... fragmented personalities...
| | {{SL|Vyn|That article discusses an extreme minority. Please do not worry.}} |
| | | {{SL|Vyn|However, I am happy to know that you are this concerned about me.}} |
| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' And these "fragmented" personalities are caged within the same body.
| | {{SL|Vyn|Aside from the previous incident with Kirstie, no other patients have attempted to harm me.}} |
| | | {{SL|Vyn|No need to apologize. I told you that I would gladly shield you from any harm. Besides...}} |
| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' Which led to suffering and pain...
| | {{SL|Vyn|Using this scar as a way for you to always remember me is quite the bargain.}} |
| | | {{SL|Vyn|You are blushing...}} |
| '''[[Vyn Richter|Vyn]]:''' Should a crime committed by one, be paid by all of them?
| | {{SL|Vyn|It appears... I hold a special place in your heart.}} |
| | | {{SL|Vyn|All right, settle down. It was a jest.}} |
| '''[[Main Character|You]]:''' At the end of the novel...
| | {{SL|Vyn|It is late. Rest well. Good night.}} |
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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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| ===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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| '''[[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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| 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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| ===Story 3===
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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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| ===Story 4===
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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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| ===Story 5===
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| ===Story 6===
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| ==Video Call==
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| It is I. Is this... not a good time?
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| If you are tired, please retire for the night. You may catch cold if you fall asleep on your desk. | |
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| I saw your message from earlier. Was there something you needed my assistance with? | |
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| My profession is dangerous? Why do you say that? Did you come across something? | |
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| That article may have been exaggerating. Psychiatry is not as dangerous as you believe it is. | |
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| Though some patients may be considered eccentric, most of them are not aggressive. | |
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| That article discusses an extreme minority. Please do not worry. | |
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| However, I am happy to know that you are this concerned about me. | |
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| Aside from the previous incident with Kirstie, no other patients have attempted to harm me. | |
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| No need to apologize. I told you that I would gladly shield you from any harm. Besides... | |
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| Using this scar as a way for you to always remember me is quite the bargain. | |
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| You are blushing... | |
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| It appears... I hold a special place in your heart. | |
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| All right, settle down. It was a jest. | |
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| It is late. Rest well. Good night. | |
