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3/Inversion Impulse III
3rd day/October 23rd (Sat.)
The back alley.
Removed from the main street, the alley is hidden from the prying eyes of random passerby.
Only I am here, and only I will remain here.
That is, because----
It is dangerous to walk the streets at night.
Those words, which have been spoken by several people, ring in my ears.
But, I cannot even remember the faces of those who spoke them right now, so I don’t care.
After all, if you can’t remember the face of one who warned you, then could the warning itself really have been that important----?
But there is a reason to remember those words.
After all, though they are unimportant to me, I know they have value to others.
Which is why, no one will walk into the alley tonight. Nobody will come, so I needn’t be bothered.
The scene before me appears surreal; It feels like I am in a dream.
No, it is more like a play. I am not a part of it yet, but before me, the stage is set.
The red curtains, spread far apart, drape down the walls.
The actors, awaiting their moment in the spotlight, lie down, calmly and quietly.
But, when I look more closely, it appears that their parts are already played.
Or, more accurately, their parts are strewn across the ground.
Feeling completely at ease, I look up to the spotlight. It shines down on me.
Has my part in the play come so soon? Despite the calming scene around me, I can’t help but get a little excited.
After all, it is for moments like these that I exist.
“That’s right.”
I try to remain calm, but I let a little of my excitement slip into my voice.
Because, in this situation, there is only one thing to do.
I-----
-------was born------
------to kill---------Throb.
I quickly don my glasses to hide the sickening scene before me.
I never like having to see the “lines” so early in the morning, but today, it seems especially terrible.
Not only does my head throb, but my chest aches.
I feel that it must be because of that scene from the alley last night, or even because of the dream I just had-----
I hear a knock on the door.
“Forgive my intrusion, Shiki-sama.”
Hisui speaks in her usual polite tone as she opens the door to my room.
Entering, she bows deeply upon seeing my awake.
“Good morning, Shiki-sama.”
“Ah…. yes, good morning, Hisui. Thanks for coming to wake me.”
I truly am thankful.
Seeing Hisui in the morning makes me feel like I am safe, in this ordinary, everyday life.
Seeing her face makes me feel like I am at ease-----
Thump.
I suddenly feel my heart seem to skip a beat, and reflexively clutch my hand to my chest.
“Are you alright, Shiki-sama?”
I hear Hisui speaking to me with concern in her voice, but I don’t respond.
Is it because of the dream I had? I can’t help but feel some sense of unease here in my room.
I don’t remember my dream, but I know I felt more at ease there than I did here-----
“Please wait, Shiki-sama. I’ll go get Nee-san immediately….”
“Wait!”
Without thinking, I call out.
“I’m fine, so you don’t have to call Kohaku-san.”
I get out of bed and stand up, stretching.
“See? I’ll come down as soon as I get changed, so please tell Kohaku-san I’d like breakfast.”
I smile at Hisui, though she doesn’t appear totally convinced.
“Yes, Shiki-sama.”
She bows, but I can see her concern for me writ across her face.
“Then, I will tell Nee-san. Excuse me, Shiki-sama.”
Leaving my fresh uniform behind, Hisui leaves the room.
“Well, I guess I should get changed.”
With nothing else to do, I change out of my pajamas and into the uniform.
All the while, I still feel that strange sense of unease lurking at the back of my mind, though I no longer feel any physical pain.
“Well, I guess I just haven’t quite gotten used to living here, just yet.”
Nodding to myself in satisfaction, I grab the knife from my bedside table, and make my way down to the sitting room.
Akiha and Hisui are in the sitting room.
Kohaku-san must be preparing breakfast.
“Good morning, Nii-san.”
As soon as I enter the room, Akiha greets me with her usual politeness.
“Morning, Akiha.”
Greeting her half-heartedly, I continue walking through the sitting room, and into the dining room.
“Wait, Nii-san.”
I turn back to the sound of Akiha’s voice.
“Could we… talk for a bit, Nii-san?”
Akiha asks without the usual thorns in her words.
Is it because I barely acknowledged her just now? I think that must be the case.
But, I don’t feel like talking right now.
“Sorry, Akiha. I don’t feel too well, so I’m just going to have breakfast and go to school.”
I say what I truly think, but instantly regret my words.
“Your health is not well, Nii-san? Then, you should stay home from school today and rest in your room…”
Akiha’s voice betrays her deep concern for my health. Also, Hisui is wearing an expression that seems to agree with what Akiha is saying.
But, I don’t intend to stay at the mansion today.
“I’m alright. I just meant that I don’t really feel like talking. My health is completely fine.”
As if for emphasis, I thump myself on the chest.
“But, Nii-san…”
Akiha doesn’t look convinced. She is wearing an expression that suggests that even if I don’t want to talk to her, I shouldn’t push myself.
“Shiki-saaaan, breakfast!”
Grateful for Kohaku-san’s perfect timing, I escape into the dining room.
Even while facing the other way, I can feel Akiha’s unpleasant expression boring into my unprotected back.
After eating, I return to the sitting room, only to find that Akiha is already gone.
“I suppose she must have already left. I wonder if she’s mad at me after what happened earlier…?”
Though, I wouldn’t have minded saying goodbye.
“At what time could I expect you to return home, Shiki-sama?”
After escorting me to the gate, Hisui asks me that, with something of a strained face.
I suddenly remember that yesterday I didn’t come back when I said I would.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know when I’ll be returning today. Don’t wait up for me.”
Hisui looks at me like she wants to say more, but I ignore her and walk off.
I already know from the scene last night that going to school would be pointless.
So, I leave the familiar path to school and begin searching around the city.
I wander around for much of the day, but I see no sign of Yumizuka.
At this point, I am starting to have serious doubts as to my searching methods. After all, wandering the city aimlessly isn’t likely to yield results.
I realize this, but I search anyway.
A part of my mind tells me that my search, no matter how much I look, will be fruitless during the daytime.
However, I search anyway.
Despite what I saw last night in the alley, I can’t help but hope that my feelings are wrong.
I don’t want to admit to myself that I might only be able to find her after night has fallen.
Despite all that, however, I don’t find any trace of the girl known as Yumizuka Satsuki.
I search some more, but it is now getting into the early evening hours.
By now, I have long since realized the fruitlessness of searching for Yumizuka randomly.
Perhaps, I should just go back to the mansion and think things through for a while-----
On the other hand, if there is any chance of finding Yumizuka before the sun sets, I would much prefer to find her then, instead.
[ ] Continue searching for Yumizuka.
[ ] Go back to the mansion.