Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
I repeatedly pressed the doorbell of Julianna and then moved to the side and put Aleister in front of the gate while Emma just gave me a look of disbelief.
Emma and Aleister had dropped by, leaving another note and shit but since I wanted to visit Julianna, it worked conveniently for me, now I don't have to worry about getting punched in the face.
The door opened and a pillow hit Aleister's face as it slowly skidded down to the floor.
"Damn it! You bastard! I was sure I had you this time!" Julianna barked.
Since I always pressed the bells multiple times she had become quite sick of it and just threw the punch or whatever at me but I sometimes when had people around put them on the front and so now she never knows if it's me behind the door or someone innocent.
Luckily, I have never been hit once. She always guesses it wrong— whether to hit this time or not.
"Better luck next time, dumbass" I replied as I picked up the pillow and then entered the room and Julianna then closed it.
It was just like that ponytail girl had said, Julianna didn't really allow anyone to come to her room.
She didn't want to meet them, you might wonder why she let me in then. But that was because of the simple reason.
Julianna pulled the hoody that was low over her head and then put the mask away as she stared at me, there were dark circles under her eyes, meaning that she hadn't been sleeping properly even though I always go after putting her to sleep.
Jeez...
"What are you gonna eat today?" I asked.
"Hmm?"
After contemplating for quite a bit, she finally gave a suggestion"
"Maybe curry?"
"Gotcha, you can watch the TV or whatever you want until I am done"
"Nope, I will help otherwise you will end up making us eat charcoal again" Saying so, she started moving to the kitchen and taking the groceries out.
Aw hell nah, it was not charcoal.
Okay, slightly overburned but not charcoal-level burnt.
"You complain quite a lot for someone who licks the plate clean" I replied, pulling out the utensils that we are gonna be needing.
"Well, you only cook dinner, I am hungry all day long"
"Then maybe, fucking cook your meals and I make large enough portions that you could eat them as your lunch"
"Don't wanna eat the same thing I ate for dinner as the lunch" She replied as she started to wash the veggies in the water.
I just shook my head.
Since Julianna stopped coming to the classes and then started to stop anyone from coming to her room as well, I have been visiting her daily, cooking shit, and cleaning the place up, and all since she seemed to be hell-bent on going on a strike with living like a decent person.
See, I was already doing all I could so I have no fucking idea what anyone means when they ask me to do something, like the hell else could I do?
It's not like I could go to the adults after gathering some proof that hey, look here, these bastards are involved in cyberbullying, do something. The academy doesn't interfere unless it crosses a threshold they have set.
And what that threshold is, well I don't know.
In short, there's absolutely nothing to do.
Except, well, she just stops minding all those stupid comments and learns to ignore them.
We cooked in silence and just like always for the time being she loosened up.
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After going through the hard work of an hour or so, we finally ate and were done in like 15 minutes.
The trade was not fair, I swear.
"Today's rating is 6/10," Julianna said handing me her plate.
Taking her plate along with mine, I took them to the kitchen, ready to clean the dishes.
"It was actually pretty good, I demand a higher rating"
"Anything more would be ridiculous" Julianna rolled her eyes and I started to wash the dishes while she started setting up the console for us to play the games.
This was our usual routine: I would come to her room, check on her, cook dinner, clean the dishes while she helped around a little, and then we would play until she went to sleep. After that, I would go back to my room.
And the day ends.
I didn't try asking why she wasn't coming to classes, or when she'd return, or anything like that.
The only thing we talked about was the dinner we gonna eat or her guiding me throughout the way on how to cook and about the game we going to play or about the movie we were going to watch and the stuff.
But today, I had different plans, so after I was finally done with washing the dishes, I finally took my spot and we started playing a racing game.
Mine was the blue-colored car while hers was the red-colored one.
And then when I was losing in the game I decided to finally throw the question.
"Why aren't you just quitting that shitty group chat or whatever if it's troubling you that much"
Just as I expected, she flinched and lost control of her car, hitting the curved path and slowing down a little bit as I overtook her at the last second and won the game.
She shot me a glare and I looked at her waiting for the answer.
"...Who told you?" She finally spoke up after heaving out a sigh and relaxing herself a little.
"Remember the ponytail girl who tried to ask us to go to karaoke with her?"
"No, I don't"
"Well, it's one of our classmates, she told me" I shrugged
"..."
Julianna remained silent and then she stood back up and went inside her bedroom, I wondered if I was supposed to be waiting or go after her.
After a minute or so, she returned, took her seat, and tossed the phone toward me. As it powered back on, the screen lit up, and my world turned upside down.
The notifications began flooding in, one after another, as if they had been piling up while it was switched off.
I slowly started to navigate through the phone.
"What's it like hiding in your room all day? Don't worry, no one misses you at school. It's actually better now that you're gone."
"You think we are being cruel? No, we're just being honest. No one likes you, deal with it."
"I bet you stare at the ceiling every night, wishing you were dead. Why don't you just make that happen? You're only delaying the inevitable."
There were dozens of personal messages, calls, and emails being made, all just nothing but purely hateful comments.
I put the phone down as I looked at her, she was playing the race game we had been after switching it to single-player mode and she lost.
I understood the situation a lot better, her number, her ID, all of it was just straight up out there.
It wasn't about being in the group or anything, whether she left or not wouldn't make a difference, and how many numbers could she block and for how long.
So, she did what she could.
Just locked herself up in the room and switched off her phone.
The names of the people were anonymous, it's not like they couldn't be traced back but the names weren't the real ones, in other words, even if Julianna goes out and if someone tries to talk to her with a smile she wouldn't know ...if that person is one the people who had made a comment on her or not.
Besides, if she left the room she couldn't keep her phone switched off, this world was technologically advanced and as such, the use of her phone was a necessity in her life.
Without it, she would face a lot of problems.
So, she chose the most rational option she had.
"Can I ask a question now?" Julianna didn't look at me, she was playing another round now and was focused on that, her voice though carried a tone I couldn't dismiss.
"Go ahead" I replied
"Why now?"
Her voice was filled with rage.
I closed my eyes, I knew exactly what she was asking but even so, I asked as if I didn't understand
"What now?"
"Ah..." Her voice trembled and she looked at me in disbelief with a look that seemed to say, her eyes had a look, one too different from what I had ever seen, one that was enough for me to know and realize something inside her snapped.
"Right..." She squeezed the word out, her grip tightening on the controller as she bit her lip and tears slowly started to spill.
"Nothing, nothing at all. Let's just play" She let out a hollow laugh, it seemed she struggled a lot to speak those words out, taking the controller in my hands I started focusing on the game.
We played in silence.
Throughout the game, I won and won, and won again while Julianna sobbed silently as she waited for me to say something and like always I didn't.
I didn't say a single thing.
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As usual, I waited until she fell asleep, this time it took her longer than usual to fall asleep but once she did, I got up and started arranging the game console and placing it back in its place.
Once I was done, I left her room and went outside for a walk taking her phone along with me as I called Lucy with my phone.
"..." I didn't say anything and remained silent and as if tired of waiting she asked annoyed
"What is it? I am busy so make it fast"
"Lucy, you crossed the line."
Without waiting for her reply I cut the call and once done with assimilating my world's will components with that of the building, I caused the collapse to start.
I couldn't hurt her directly didn't mean I couldn't do anything at all.
Sure, some innocents will get injured too but did I care? No, I am good at not caring.
Besides, none would die.
Now then... the next part is to fucking get out of this academy without anyone noticing.
This should be a huge enough commotion to help me out with that.
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Why now?
Her question reverberated in my mind.
I understood what she meant to ask, those two words were enough to question all the tens of questions that were running in her mind.
Why are you bringing this up now, after ignoring it for so long?
Why didn't you ask me sooner, even though you knew something was wrong?
Why have you been acting like nothing was wrong all this time?
Why do you act like it's a burden to talk about my problems?
Why did you come over every day but never ask how I really felt?
Why did you act like you didn't care when you knew I was falling apart?
Why did you keep showing up but never offered any real support?
Why do you pretend you don't notice how much I'm hurting?
Why didn't you ask anything when I stopped going to class?
Why do you always wait for me to speak first?
At first, all Julianna needed to get back on her feet was just someone who would treat her normally but that approach wasn't the right one, it worked but how long it would work for?
The answer was clear.
Julianna at best got ignored by everyone during middle school but this was different, she was being viciously cyberbullied.
I didn't know why Lucy orchestrated things in this direction but she crossed the line. As far as I predict things would never have spiraled this bad for her but they ended up spiraling.
Julianna needed help, she wanted it so badly but she never asked me for it and she would never either because she knew I wanted to keep a distance, she respected that but that was why she was also breaking because I who is the only one close to her is turning a blind eye to everything.
But what am I supposed to do?
The only way I could possibly help came at the cost of many suffering and getting injured even the innocent ones who had done nothing wrong.
I am not smart like Noah who could probably come up with some sort of convenient method that would help out everything.
As such, the question was simple, was I willing to hurt others for Julianna who I had known for less than a month?
The answer was simple, no.
She was just an acquaintance at best of mine and nothing more than that.
Why would I go that far for her? I won't.
So, there was nothing that I could do.
I came to a stop, standing on the top of the building, far away from the academy looking up at the moon as I pulled out Julianna's phone.
I pressed the switch and the phone lit up, the lock screen showing up a wallpaper of two people, one who looked like an elementary kid girl and the other who was an adult woman.
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̸̨̧̡̥̭̜̟͔̩͕̳͔̦̞͙̦͓̳̘̘͖͔̟̠̘̬̼̼̹̮͕̗̲͕͓̗̙̰͔̯̟̙̻͙̃͗͛̐̌͊̈͒̇͊̓̇͋̉̈́̿͐̋̓̓̇͊̀̾̂̅̌͌͘͜ ̴̡̛̛̠̳̭̙̜̱̐͒̏͒́̈̊̋́̈̇̏̿̅̓̃̏̈́̂͊̑̏̕͘̚̕̚͝ ̵̧̨̡̢̨͚̲̻̣̰͍̻̟̞̹͖̼̲̬͔̩̩̙̼̜̜̝̝̩̹͉͙̰̻͚͍̈̑͐͂̊̿̃̏̑̔͠ͅͅ ̸̨̛͙̣̦̦͖̗͈͈͖̪̹̮̞̟̣̤̰̱̭̣̖̤̬̐̏͂̓͌́̔̂̓̇̓̄̒̿̀͑̅̽̓̒̎̾͗̊̄̾́̃̏̀͒̆́̏͛͌̆̓̕͘͠͝͝ͅ ̴̨̧̢̨̢̢̨̛̻̮͚͉̥̜͇̰̙̥̤͖͍̭̜͚̰̹̳̒́̀͆̂͆̀͂̋͊̓̈́́̿̓͛̓͑͑̈́̒͐͂͂́̂̆̓̈̄̆̇̈́̒̒͘͠͝͠ͅ ̴̢̡̛̛̺͍̖͎͉̲̼̱̲̟̤͓̜̼̯̤̞̤̐̊̀́̌͋́̃̽̎͗̋͊͆̐̎̔́̓̄̿͒͐̂̾̒͐͛̋̄͌͂͛͛́̈́̂̆̋̏̇̚͜͝͠ ̴̨̧̧̢̘͚̳̜̥͍̺͇͉̮͈͕̤̲̤̜̙̱̝̫̪̳̜̲̦͛̋͆̿̃̉͌̄̐͊̎̈͒́͛͐̋̚̚͠ ̶̛̛̞̺̪͉̖͉̟̲̻̙͍̦͙͕̪̘͚͖̺̩͚̉͛̃̉̈́͊̾̀̀͂͊͂͆̄͑͑͆̿̔̈́̀͗́́͌̈̋̌͋͐̿̐̓͆͑̕͘͘̚͜͝͝͝͝͝͠͝ ̴̢̢̡̢̧̡̣̤̬̘̫̩̥͓̯̤͎̯͈̖̮̹͈̬̺͇͖͈̺̩̜̬̰͖̟̦̞̫͖̰̒̓̈̋͜͝ͅͅ ̵̡̛̹̹̙̲̗͚̙̖̼̬̆̽͌̽̓̽̂́̆̎͋̾̽͋͐̅̎͊͆̚͘ ̶̡̡̛̛̛͇͇͙̞̩̻͎̤̥͇͍̙̫̟̠͈̟̝̟̙̬̜̠̖͎͍̏̂̃́͋̀̍̌̉̇̇̍̊̈́̍̾͌̉̽͗͒̔̒͆̈́̐̆͗̀̇̎̂̾͂͛͌̊̚͝͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅ ̸̨̧̢̢̨̡̺̖̦͓̦̫̩͎̥̪̬̙̲̫̬̤͔̫̯̺̹͖͓̜͚̫͖͇̼͎͔̖̥̗̞̄̽͋ͅ ̶̨̧̡̧̢̧̢̛̛̛̙̣͖͉͓̯̜̯͓̟̠͙͉̗̪̪̞̟̤̻̗̻͇͚̹̣̞̬̯͓̳̲̲͇̗̘̳̤̦̭͎̍̅̃̽͑͛̈́̐̀̅̓̐̀͒͆̉̆̅͐̆̀̄̇͗̀́͛͂̄̀̊͆̈̉͗̀̂́͆̐̄̓̐̚̕͜͠ͅ ̴̢̨͓̣̫̥̰̥͙̬͍̼̿͌̏͛͋̑̒̃̃̋͆̑̀̀͘͝ ̵̢̧̛̲̣͍̣͚̝͚͇̯̞̮̩̗̖͇̟̖͎̼͖̫͍̒͗́͛́̀͌̋͗̍̅̈́̃͛̈́̒̀̌̓̄̉̾̒̅̌̿͋̂͐̅̆̓̔̚̕͝͝͝͝͠͝ ̸̬̜̮̪́̈́͂̋͂̐̂̋̀̍̂̿͒͜ ̵̡̘̻̣̬̺̬̪̪̼͕͈̬̜̼̰̝̊̍̀̏͛͐̇͗͛͌̏̈́͑̀̈̆̾́͆̊͊͊͑̇͋̍͘̕̚̕͜͝ ̵̡̡̡͙̬͎̦͉͕̟̙͔̘̠̜̣͕̻̤̞̤̪͍͈͇̤̪̘̰̟͎̭͔̮̲̈́̃͛̈́̄͊̉̓͜ͅ ̵̡̦̤̟͕͖̮͕̲͚͍̟̝͖͎͓̼̦̣̬̣̗̬̺̯̏͂̀̌̈͊̅̐̄̒̊̐̾͑͊̅̍̇̿̈́́̓͘͘͜͝͝ͅ ̸̨̛̛̹̰̪͇̲̯̦͍́̅̈̈́͗́̄̓̎͑̅̔̾̀̀̐̌̒̃̋̅͋͗͌̍́͛̃̀̉͗̀́̈́͂͋͆͝ ̸̡̢̗̺̲͇͙̲̺͉͓͎̯̟̲̦̬̞̤̱̦͇͉̥̗̭̦̰͍̯͖̜̹̮̫͍̦̯͖̩̱̣͙̥̑̔͒̇̃͑̈́͂́̔̀͆̍̐̂̈́́̒̌̏̓ ̸̡̨̧̡̨͖̼̩͈̯̖͇̜͙͕̫͚͙̭͎͉̬̜͍̗̘̰͓͓̮̲̗͙͖͖̙̟̯̟̩̤͉͂͂̀̊̒̈́̃͋͌̋̏̉͒̎͊̐͆̀̃̕͠ͅͅ ̸̬͍͔̫͍̣͇͓͝ ̸̨̡̧̣̯̺̰̺̩̙͙͓̠͚̬̤̹̼͉͍͍̟͎̭͓̲̮͕̬̝͚̫̩̟̻̟͔͔̠́͂͗͛̓̽̄̓̒̐̾̾͗͒͊͑͑͗̈́̊̎̿͜͜͠͝͝͠ ̷̛̮̹͙̤͋̃̿̎̽̎̈́̌̊͂͂̔̊͗̾̏̓̔͆̀̋̿̇͋̐͗̾̂̓͋̈́̾̅̐̍̽̅̅̈́̎͊̚͝͝͝ ̷̡̧̛͉̳̳̖̳̮̼͕̦̙̜͉̭̻̌̏́̌̽̾͆͐͆̓̄̃̚͠͝ͅͅͅ ̷̨̨̨̡̢̧̧̡͈͇̱̟̝̪̠̠̪̤͍͇͖̰͉͙̜͔̬̻͚͍̥̲͇̳̮̺̰̲͍̖̙̰͓̪̖̆́̂̓̓̄́̐̊̌́͊͒̔̌̚̕͜͠ͅ ̵̡̧̢̢̡̢̨̛̛̰̻̲̦̯̩̦̳̦̼̠̠͖̳̻̫̫̝̥͚͈̰̗͉̞̜̍͂͂͋̅̾̊͊͆̃̄͂͑͒͌̋̋̾̊̏̈̈́̍̔̄̏̿̂̈́͗̓͂͋̐͋͋͆̊̈͗̚͘̚͜͠͠ͅ ̸̧̧̡̘̱̤̘̭̩̼̰͚̟̰͙̜̰̭͖̤͔͖̟̣͙̩̜̬͙̪̝̼̘̺̱̯̝̀́̒̀͊̎̏̚͜ ̴̢̨̨̢̛̰̫͓͇͓̫̲̼̣̳͉͚̥̬͓͇̫̹͕͎̭͉̘̲̜̫̪͖̯̹̠̊̇̈́͋̂̍͂̾̿̀̓͊̌̑̾͐̉̂̾̌͛͊̈́͐̓̿̄̏̈́̋̈̓̀̔̎͒̐̿͂̊͆̾̈́͂͘̚͜͝͝͝ ̴̧̢̪̹͈͙̘̫̞͓͓̬̻͖̫͕̮̗̺͍̮̺̭͎̱̘̪̯̯͓̰͔̙̱͖̯̻̰̪̰̘̉̎͊̔̇̎̎̚͜͜͝͝ ̷̠̺̉͆̎̓̀́̋̎̆̆͂̀̃̈́̆̿̃͘ ̵̡̢̤͔̦̬̠̥̼̙͙̞͓̱̳̥̇̂͑̀̀̎̎̓̑̉̒͂̓͋̈́̐̒̀̏̈́̈́̊͂̈́̓̓̔̉̋̈́͛̈́̀̇̀͝͠ ̸̛͎̙̬͍̗̹̖͎̭̥̟̺̰̎̅͑̌͛̓͑͊̂̅͑̈́̀͆̈́͛̀̅̈́͌̐̅̒̈́̋̊͑̌̕͘͘͜͝ ̴̡̡̡̨̛̛͎͔̝̖̻̣͙̣̩̺̰̱͎̯͓̤͍̰̤̟̪̜̠̤̀̉̏̅̽̅̈͂͑̓̌́̀́́̀̎͊͋̔̍͌̇͐̒̏̎͗̊͘̚͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅ ̴̡̤̯͔̤͚̬̣̪͓͚̹̤͈̗͍̼̝̯͖͕̯̜̻̮̭̖̜̜̈̌̅̋̔̏͌̀̎͛̋̽̈̊̃̑̾̀͛̕̚͜͜͝͝͠ ̴̛̹͔͕̣̹͎͇̬̯̻͕̝͈̺͚̱̱̫͛͋̆̒̈͑̈́̈́̂͛̃̌͌͂́͌͑̊̈́̌̐̽͗̅͂̆̊̚̕͘͝͝͝ ̶̧̨̨̨̧̛̦̩͚̻͓̟̹͙̻̟̜͔̯̤̙̰̞̔́͂̆̑͛̀́̏̋̽̈̽̈́͂̈́̄͌́̈́̋̇̆͋̓̃̕͘̕͜͝͝͠ͅͅͅ ̵̨̛̛͔̟̳͉̺̬̦̗̬̗̺̬̦̭̺̱͚̗͍̤̘̻̖̂̌́̏͋̀̄͛͒̋̿̍̊̄̾́̈́̇̔͐͘͘ ̴͈͚͙̭̬̜͇̘̜̭̗͉̬̯̺͍̞̻͖͔̝̩͓̔̅̋̏̽̌͋̈̎͋̿̎̏͒͗̈̍̎̃́͌̌͑͌͑͌̀͑̽̽̓͘̚͜͝͝ ̵̡̨̙̻̥͖̠̦̺̩̣̖͎͔͖̠͖͎̯̬̟̬͇̹̳͍̰̠̳̗̜̲͉͒̒̀̆̽̈̔̊͠ͅ ̵̛̛̩̲͚̣̗͕̹̮͖͚̙̊̃̿̋͗̏̀͆̈́̾̇̋̈́̾̑̎̿͗̅̉̋͛̓̍̌̈̽̆̋́̐̅̓̏̊̕̚̚̕̚̕͝͝͝ ̵̨̡̧̡̧̢͚̦̳͓͉͚̟̼͙̼͈̟̯̩͚̪̩͖͈͎͓͙̖̥̭͌́̐̅̾̇͗̒̇̃͋̾͆̄̈́̽͑̔̿̎͆̆̏̿̔͋̋́̾̚͘̚͜͠͠͝ͅͅ ̶̡̢̨̧̛̜͙̤̫̠̩͙̬̦̯̺͎̩̮̫̬̮̟̤̟͙͎͚̮͖̙͈̫̘̠̮̥̺̫͚̬͋̂̿͋̿̊̉̍̇̉͒̓̄͑̐͌̈́͑̊̌͗̌̅̎͗̅͒͋͆͋̓̎̃͘͘̕͠ ̴̢̧͈͙͈͓̂̑̉̌̍́̈́̎̃͒̃͌͛̀̆́̃̏̀̓̓̕͠ ̵̢̨̟̬̙̟̤̙̲͖̰̟͚̣̫̖͖͖̝͚͖̠̣̼͓̠̝͖͍̜͌̏̾̏͊̏̈́̽̈́̄͛͊͌̿̆͐̉̎̎̏̐̓̓͒̑̄̂̂̓̕̚͠ ̴̡̡͓̖̜͉̦͙̲̭͚̺̭̞̺͍̖̼̜̬̤̙̬̦͙̪̺̮͒̐̍͆̀̾̔̔̉͊̓̍̉̾̓̿͜͠ͅ ̵̢̛̛̘͚̠͔̥̊͌̀̉͊̂̈́̄̈̐͊̾͆͐́͌̓̌͊̎̍̅̇͂͊̾͗̈́͆͊͑̄̓́̋̐͂̚̕̕̕̕͠͝͝ ̵̨̡̨̨̧̛̗̭͙̝̝̼̺͔̭̞͇͙̘̬̩̠̜̠̗͕̥͇͇̺̤̤̪͍͊͐̐̅͂̆̆͂̓̌͊̀͊̒̾͑͒̅͜͜͜ͅͅ ̶̡̡̛̗̖̰̫͉͚̣͓̼͓̫̳̤͍̥̳͓̼͙͉͎͑̌̈́͛͂̈̎̃̚ͅ ̶̛̛̹͍̹̦͕̬̝͙̯̘̬͔͍̖̝̦͍̏̆̉̄̔̽̾͆̽̾͗̇͐͗͗̈́̇͗̒̎͐̆̓͐͒͛̅̾̾͛̎̏̑̆̑̏͝͝͝ ̷̛̺̼̟͉̝̯͍̮̼͎̣̰̑́̐̾̄̑͋̈́̆̾̓͗̊͒̒̓̊͒̈̐́̄̓̊͊̆̀̅̕͘͘̚͘͠͠ ̷̧̢̧̢̢̡̲̖̫͕̭̲̺̮̹̪̮͔͎̝͙̰̬͔̗̘̮̲͙͕̣͉͈͍͓̇̒͛̾͗͜͜͝͝ ̸̡̢̡̢̡̛̤͙̰̠̖͚̹̼͇̣̹̙̳͙̖̙̘͇͈̪̞̮͉̠̥͎̙͕̊̀̑̊̓͆͊̅̋̑̃̂̒͗̉͂̿̂͂̏͌͋̓͋̈́̚͘̚͜ ̷̢̮̦͇̦̩̫̲̣̭̱̳̹͙̭̼̞̰̙͑̋̎̎̌̓̐͆̒͘ ̸̡̛̛͉͈̲̻͚̩̦͕̖̖̺͓͔͚̭̩̮͙̮̯̙͉̻̯͔̫͙͇͙̘͚̹̇̐͊̉̏̈́͆̓̄̊̂͑̔́̍̅̄͘͝ ̵̢̻̞̦̝̟͉̘̟̘͍̠̻͈̱͍̰̮̼͈̱͔͓͈̯͖͎̗͓̬͎̏̄̏̈́̅͒ͅͅ ̸̢̨̛̛̳̭̲̻͎̣̙͉̳͉͈̱̦͍̦̰̖̦͈̺̲̩̱͈̦̬̬̤̝̺̬͍̮̝̯̱͙̻̙͎̲͉̤́̒̂̂͗̒̂̀́̐̈́͒̈̍͛̆̀̔͗͌̂͒͑̃͑̎̊̃́̌̓̉͐̇̕̚͠ ̸̡̛̤̭̺̯͍͓̬̞̘̳̠̭̰̰̘̘̦̝̫̦̗̠̩̱͖̟̙̼͎̤̠͙̈́̊͊͊͛̆̃̿͂̈́̓̉̉͊̈͊̇͆̌̐͛͋̎̈́͋́̍̾́̕͠ ̵̫̯̪̤̘̥͈̝͇͕͕̖̪̀̄͋͋̆̃̎̈́̊̌̈́̅̎͗̈́͆͑͊͒̋̾͛͑͂́̉̈̈́͠ ̸̨̧̡̥̭̜̟͔̩͕̳͔̦̞͙̦͓̳̘̘͖͔̟̠̘̬̼̼̹̮͕̗̲͕͓̗̙̰͔̯̟̙̻͙̃͗͛̐̌͊̈͒̇͊̓̇͋̉̈́̿͐̋̓̓̇͊̀̾̂̅̌͌͘͜ ̴̡̛̛̠̳̭̙̜̱̐͒̏͒́̈̊̋́̈̇̏̿̅̓̃̏̈́̂͊̑̏̕͘̚̕̚͝ ̵̧̨̡̢̨͚̲̻̣̰͍̻̟̞̹͖̼̲̬͔̩̩̙̼̜̜̝̝̩̹͉͙̰̻͚͍̈̑͐͂̊̿̃̏̑̔͠ͅͅ ̸̨̛͙̣̦̦͖̗͈͈͖̪̹̮̞̟̣̤̰̱̭̣̖̤̬̐̏͂̓͌́̔̂̓̇̓̄̒̿̀͑̅̽̓̒̎̾͗̊̄̾́̃̏̀͒̆́̏͛͌̆̓̕͘͠͝͝ͅ ̴̨̧̢̨̢̢̨̛̻̮͚͉̥̜͇̰̙̥̤͖͍̭̜͚̰̹̳̒́̀͆̂͆̀͂̋͊̓̈́́̿̓͛̓͑͑̈́̒͐͂͂́̂̆̓̈̄̆̇̈́̒̒͘͠͝͠ͅ ̴̢̡̛̛̺͍̖͎͉̲̼̱̲̟̤͓̜̼̯̤̞̤̐̊̀́̌͋́̃̽̎͗̋͊͆̐̎̔́̓̄̿͒͐̂̾̒͐͛̋̄͌͂͛͛́̈́̂̆̋̏̇̚͜͝͠ ̴̨̧̧̢̘͚̳̜̥͍̺͇͉̮͈͕̤̲̤̜̙̱̝̫̪̳̜̲̦͛̋͆̿̃̉͌̄̐͊̎̈͒́͛͐̋̚̚͠ ̶̛̛̞̺̪͉̖͉̟̲̻̙͍̦͙͕̪̘͚͖̺̩͚̉͛̃̉̈́͊̾̀̀͂͊͂͆̄͑͑͆̿̔̈́̀͗́́͌̈̋̌͋͐̿̐̓͆͑̕͘͘̚͜͝͝͝͝͝͠͝ ̴̢̢̡̢̧̡̣̤̬̘̫̩̥͓̯̤͎̯͈̖̮̹͈̬̺͇͖͈̺̩̜̬̰͖̟̦̞̫̒̓̈̋͜͝ͅͅJ̴̢͎̥̭̱̟̳͈̟̘͈̃̀̀͑̿͒͝u̸͔̿̐̾͊̅l̷̩̜͎͚̣͈̩̋͋̊ï̷͕̱͕͕̦͎̭͘a̷̢̺̲͖͛́̀͜n̶̠̱̝͉̱̟̙̓́̓̐̇͗͌͆͐͌̓̔́n̸̨̯̲̞͙̩͖̥͖̭͓̩̱͐̍̉̋̆̈́a̸̧̳̙̹̹̙̳̓ ̴̨̫͚̙̯̹͔̰̖̦̳̓̒̊͛̓w̵̨̛͓̟̬̟̪̺͚̄̌̈́͑̽̉̈́̏͋͗̚̚͜͠a̵̛̟̥̰͊̑̀̂͛̈́̀̚s̸̬̹̖̟̟͈̦̠͚̙̰̼̱̼̃̆́̅͜ͅṋ̶̡̗̤̞̬̲̜̫̽͌'̴̡̞͖̘͚̗̩̻̥̤̻̣͙̎̓͆ţ̵̧̩̠̻͉͉̗̘̏͊̏̀̉̋͗͊͛̓͂̒̚͠͠ ̴̢̨̨̫̱̯͙̞͙͂͌̎̄̓̎̽̿̑͋̉͝ị̷̟̖͇͎͚̭̬͉̪͆̈́͐͑̓͐̋̄̉͂͂̈̎̚͝͝m̸̨̛̖̗͕̲͎̜̲̝̹̱̾̔̈́̒́̈͋͛͛̒̆̀̉͝͝p̸͙̀̇̍̓̅͆͌̂͂̊̉̋͐̈́̓͛o̴̩̽̏̏̂̊̃̓͛̚͠r̵̨͎͓̞̼̹̉͊̓̊͌̊̌̽ţ̵̬̦̭̜̣̳͉̥̘͍͐͌͗́͂̀͆͌̃͂͗̏̈́͋͂͝ͅa̸͖̣̙̥̣͑̄͊̂̍̑̚͝ͅn̶̺͔͐͋̀̈͐͑͂̿̿̄͑̕͝t̸̢͍̝̰̬̦̳͕̯̗͑̅̈́͊̚͘̕ ̶̡̙͙́͒̄̇̆̔̽͗̽̊̍̒͗͗̀͘e̷̢̬͓̳͉̳͔̐̈̅̑͋͊̌͒͜͜͝n̷̢͙̱̲̞͕̎͗̽̍̍͂́̑ò̴̦̹̱̥̯̞̝͛͗̂͌͐͘ư̶̭͙̳͔̿̽̉̆̎̈́̎̄̊͘̕͜g̴̙͊̅͆͛̀͝h̴̙̞̞̳͆͑͒͊̐̉̿̉̓̽͊͝ ̷̛̻̙̰̯̬̳̰̰̯̞͙̻͒̆͊͊̋̅͊̏͌͛f̷̛̯̫̞͍̗͊̐̑͊̐͂̀͝ͅȍ̶̗̰̬̙̪̪͍̞̋͂̊͆̈́̽̆̋͝ͅř̴̛̖͕̲̪͝ ̸̧̬͈̲̬̯̤̠̇̿́͂̓̽̍͋̐̈́̈́̊͘̚͝m̷͚̓̅̊̒̀e̴̲̮̿̀̿ ̴̣͍͍͈͇̙͕̘̜̜̾͑͆̅̈́͊̀̃̀̕̚t̷̨̢̢̡̢̘̫͎͓͉̙͒͐̐͂̈́́̓́̑̃̋̌̚͝͠õ̸͚͖̌̄̒̊̌̊͛̽͌̚ ̵̡̝̯̤̦̻̭͉͉͊͗̊͛́̓̔̋̎̈́̈́͘͜͝ģ̵̫̰͔̝̖̮͑̈́̃̐̑̉̃̽͆̈́̓̎͌̕͝ͅo̵̢̞̞̮̮͖̲̘̖̻̲̖͓͆̔̋͂́̇̽̍̂͐̽̒̕͜͜͝͝ ̵͔̹̻̹̠̭͉͕̟̮͓̲̤́͗͂̊̔̍͂̀̃͘̕͝͝ͅà̷̜͇̟̲̟̘̭̻̝͎̺͎̣̓͂͌͝h̷͍́̾̃̕ę̶̛̳̾̈́̔̈͋̿͗͠a̵̛͇̮͕̼̯̼͔̻̮̬̹̟͈̣̱̾̍͗͌̽́͜͝d̷̨̛̛͈͇̮͎̬͚̘͗͑͐̅̽̚͠ ̶̛͍͙̣̫̗̮̿̉̐͂̀̓͑̿̄́̏̍͗͌̂͜a̴͔̘̻̺͆͆͆̈͜ṇ̵͇̥͕̃̀͑̒́̍̈̀͒̃͗͑͂͘d̸̡͚̥̼̼͍̦̜̭͙̰̙͖̰̰̤̑̈́͑ ̷̥͈̹̂h̴̡̨̧̻͇̠͔͋̄͛̔͒͆͌͘ų̸̢̧̛̙͎͖̻̤̫́̾͂͆̈́̏̃͒̇͜͝͠r̸̨̛͉͙̟̭̝̥̣̮̮̺̼̰͔̮̒͑̎͆́́͌͠͝t̷̢̛̫̰͉͈̱̅̐̓͒̀̈̾̀̾̕͝ ̸̢̅̍̈́͆͊̀͋͊́͌͗͝o̴̻̙͑̅̿̎t̷̻͊̀̾̇̾̀̓̎̕ȟ̴̡̛̛͇́̋́̃̄͌̇͠e̶̛̗̙̯̖͇̙̜̘̳͌͛͆͑͊̈́͐͛ȓ̶̼͈̺͍̠̄͊̑̔ͅs̶̘̪̮̺͚̊̔̈̚̕͝ ̵̨̨̞̻̟̣͕̼̯͖̼̯̻̝̣̾͐̏̅̈́̀̎̑̆̌͘͘͝͠ṭ̵̱̤̩͖̘̘̙̤̰̤͉̈́́͒̌͂̆͌̽̉̆̄̀̆̍̎͝ͅọ̷͎͔̬̞̞͚̼̲̭̳͖̾̈́̌̏͗́͌͝ ̶̝̼͙̙̠̘̀t̵̡̧̧̳͕̩͈͙̥͕̜̻̍͛̀̊̓̔͗̎͆̚͘ͅḧ̴̡̲̫̱͔̺̗̮͈̫̺͙̙̬́̈́̎̓͆̇͐̋̓̾̇̚̕͝ͅḁ̵̡̙̜̟̠̯͐͜͜͝t̵̨̯̖͍͊͆̎̈̃̋̒̒̂̓̄̿̚ ̷̨̡̡̤̲̥̪̻̼̥͎̩̻̟̣̖͒̓̐̏̈́̀̈́͂͂͐͋̐̕d̵̛̟͈̑͑̋̓̃̓́̇̑̍͛͘̕͠͠ë̷̹̗̩̮͕͌͘͠g̷̣͚̟͇͚͖̻̙̥̎r̷̨̤̩̜̼͙̰̮̫͕̥͍̝̥͉̂̂̋́ͅḛ̷̛̛̛̣̫̥̓̿͛͒̈́͐̋e̶̡̪̺̗̳͎͚̪̠̟͖̯̍̍̐̓͑̅̿͗͗̆̔ ̴̡͖̫̣̫̼̙͍̤̝̔͊̔̊̆̾̀͋̀͑͊͘͠b̶̩͕̲̩̩͇͊̚u̸̦̜̝̩̝̝̥̒͂ͅt̶̪̰͉̠̺̞̞̻̮̘̆̐̑̽͊͜ ̸̭̜̘̲̻̫͓̂͐̐̂̄͌͝į̵̡͓̻̬̤̦̬̫̪̺͚̣̼̆͛͒͝f̵͎̱͖̞̗̝̐̍̃͛̍̈́͗̑ ̵͈͍͇̲̟̹͉̙̬̬̬͚͌͊̾̋̓͗̑̐͗͗̎͛͜͝į̴̝̖̩͙͇̈́̄̈́͋t̸̨̨̨̺̻̦̝̩̻̺̋͑́͆̌̊̕͜͜͠ͅ'̶̡͐̊̄̏͋̀̐̏͒͒̎̈́̍ş̵͕̿́͑͊̈́͒̈́̅̓́̀̕͝͠ ̵̢̨̛̺̖̳̻͕͓̦͖̒̀̚͘͜f̵̧̡̛̥̈͌͌̈́́̐͌̓̂͐̊̚͠ơ̴̱̙͓̥̻̙͍̎͘͜ͅȑ̷̢̧̝̤͇̃̊͂͂̈́͆͑̂͘̕͜ ̷̢͍̰̺̹͔̳̺̙̬̦̪̙̗͋͛̒̀̈̅͝h̷̛̤̖̝͓̩͎͓̃̈̓̿͛̑͐̊̉̀̕ͅĕ̸̘̣͍̅̐̿̚ŕ̸̠ ̸̛̦̥̤͈̥̗̜̻̺̰̺̭͎̐̍͗̿̽̀̾͘͝ẗ̸̛̛̤̼̩̲̗͇͇̻͍͙́̀̊̀͋̾̎̔͐̌͆́̎͗ḥ̶̨̡̛̣̗̫̟͕̤̗̰̦̭̗̓ę̷̡̖͇̦̤̟̳̼̥̙̱̾͊̓̋̓̽̎̾̂̚̕͝n̴̨̫̘͎̤̻͍͖̭̠̱̦̺͈͕̔̓̊̾͊̄̎̒̾̆͗̾̆͊͑ ̶̘͌̈́̽̾͐̏̚ḯ̵̡̮̠̰̠̆͊͊́͐ṭ̴̛̛̛̛͖͖͇̬͇̯͚́̐̇̾̀̀̄̃̂̄̚͜͝'̵̨͍̦̘̰̞̻͈̈́̔͘͘s̷̨̯̫̤̰̻̪͎͙͖̭̱̝̬͓͓͆͒͑̅ ̴̡͕̹͔̬͎̬̙̇͗̒̀͑͂̌̔̄̊a̷̧̱̪͔̥̖͚͆̇̿͊͒̉͌̂͊̒̌͂̄ ̷̱̌͆̌̽̾̈̀͛̍̀̚͠d̶̢̩̗̺̦͖̰̲͚̮͙̱͙̀̃͗̉̀͑͋̎̎̊̕i̸̢͖̝̩̤̟̜̓̓́͑̂̓̍͋̂̏͘͘f̶̨̨̛̤̩̗͓͓̘̼̳̮̫͈̟̳̲̊̈̈̉́̊͌̄̒̄͘͠f̷̡͍̺͍͖̗͉͖̝̖͖̘͎̲̑̉͝ē̶̘ͅr̶̨͍͉̼̟̻͉̖̀͋̓̔̕͝ê̵͉̟̳̥̰̳̥̗͒̾͊̄̔̒̌̐̍̽̓̐͊̕͜͜͜ͅn̷̡̨̰̗̖̥͍̙͖̖̹̾̈́̑̊͊̎̀̀͗͘t̶̼̫͉̘̙͈̬͇͚͑̃͆͆̋͆̿͊̏̇͋̏̉̈́̇͜͜͜͝ͅ ̷̧̬̥̺̘̮̹̟͚̮̦̙̣̄̄̅̍͆́͋͊͌̀ͅt̶̯͍͍̮̬͗̏̆̓h̴̢̡̫̻͙͍̖̋̈́̚i̶̬̹͔͙͙͎͙͕̻̻͆̎̀̒̐̚̕͝n̷̡̧̨̰͈̮̜̠̖̫̗̫̯̅̈̒̒̓̊̔̾͜ģ̶̜͙͈̭̼̦͔̱̾͗̅̓̇̌̅̇̈̎͐͝͝ ̸͍͕́̾̔͒͗͂̓́̔̉̊̀â̸̡͔͍͙̮̮̦̋͋̈̊̈̈̐̎̀͛l̴̛̩͈̼̯̦̔̄̄̀ṯ̸̩̩̟͕̅̑̎̉͊́̂͋̃̀͊̓̾͝͝ỏ̸̧̧͍̰̘̣̖͚̘̼̘̱͊̉̎̑́͊̀̚͠g̵̨̨̡̜̱̯̟̗̪̰͓̮͇̿̍́̄̃̌̔̃̉́̂͜͜͠ȩ̶̹͓͉͚̹͉̙͎̫͓̒̐́t̸̼͈̪́ḧ̵͖̪̳͊̓̈̃̌̄͘é̴̺͎͗̈́͊̅̕͠͝ŗ̷̜̙͚̜͉͗͛͂̅̈́̄͊͑.̸̨̰͉̐̏͌̄̂̿̆
Noah since first time coming to this world lost it.