Point-of-View: Persia Gerit
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Huh? Did something just happen? I couldn't really explain it, it was a strange feeling...I think I just probably spaced out for a moment or something. Maybe I just got a bit drunk from that Queen Juice vial.
"Hey, is someone there, Shiro?" Asked Key, as Shiro opened the door and peered out.
"Nah, I think it was just my imagination. Forget about it," He replied with a shrug, closing the door and walking back towards the couch.
Huh, did he always wear so much white? Wait, what am I talking about, he wears nothing but white, just like I wear nothing but black.
"Rai, are you sure these things are safe to drink? I feel a bit...off. No, that's not quite right, I feel fine physically, but...ahh, I don't know how to explain it, but it just feels like something is off and I can't figure out what, like an out of reach itch," I remarked with a frown.
