How long has it been since you've been here? Oh, it begins to get fuzzy after so long, does it not? Kai remembers. He remembers the exact moment he won that inebriated lottery, shook hands with the right drunk man to get you.

You're a pawn, an experiment, a scientific hypothetical. You're his best theory yet, you and Eri. The villains have the knights, the heroes have the rooks, but Overhaul may as well have the damn board. In the name of chess you're something like the queen.

He took your bandaged limbs so gently into his gloved grasp, observing on an intense scale. Kurono spaced out while standing by the door as per routine.

"I wonder if it's time for a reset." Kai mused under his breath, trying to garner the state of your body's current deterioration. Your room is so safety-proof that it's almost ironic how many times you "die" (in his words, reset,) in the span of a year.