There isn't much time left. You might already be too late.

The labyrinthine pathways of arbitrary sharp turns seemed stranger and stranger as panic blotted out the once deeply ingrained memories that usually guided you.

Every corner felt a stranger. Every straight line too long.

The bell tolls for you.

You bit down harder on the last of your rations, held only by the skin of your teeth. It barely hung on as you kept frantically looking around, hoping for the few scraps of burning memory of yours to find a familiar sight that would lead you to salvation.

The gates must be closing by now. The last few barely making it. The rest of you never stood a chance.

Suddenly, from a blindspot [the drone stops here], a figure struck you. There was no time to react before you came crashing down onto the cold hard ground.

You struggled to regain your senses to at least see what fate would befall you in your final moments, but even in the abyss of endless terror, your mind could never have imagined the horror you witnessed.

[A chirpy piece of music (The beginning part of the song "Sunshine (Mirage)") begins playing as the screen fades to an image of what appears to be V1 in a schoolgirl outfit having fallen to the ground in a suburban environment, a piece of jam toast on the ground next to them. From here on text is relegated to a visual novel-style dialogue box, which refers to this person as “???”.]

"Oof ow ouch that stings"