(Marvel, DC, images, manhuas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
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Content Warning: This chapter contains themes that may disturb some readers, including but not limited to violence, explicit language, and psychological distress. Reader discretion is advised.
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I crossed the door and entered a new level. But... this level, unlike the one I just exited, felt more... sinister. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Even my Spider-Senses were mildly activated, warning me of the broken items on the floor. None of the objects should pierce my suit, as it's nigh-indestructible and can only be damaged by Dark weapons and Darks themselves. But besides that, the eerie sensation of something trying to invade my mind persisted.
This Level, from what it seems, resembles an abandoned hospital, with an extreme environment. The amount of dust here is dangerous for any normal person. It's probably why Toxin started filtering the air that enters the mask. The debris here appears to have been intentionally scattered, with more hazards becoming apparent the further I walk as if their purpose is to injure any wanderer who is too clumsy.
I have a feeling that this level is Class: Deadzone. I've been on edge since entering this place. There has to be something on this floor that keeps activating my Spider-sense. Probably a psychological attack. Those are infamous here in The Backrooms, so it's a possibility. What's got me curious are the hazards on the floor; I sense something on their edges. I extended my hand, symbiotic tendrils slithering downwards, grabbing a broken needle from the floor. Toxin brought it close to me as we both started inspecting it.
(Karito) "Toxin?"
(Toxin) "Yes?"
(Karito) "If my memory serves me right. Which usually does, does the hazards lying on the ground contain "Burning Pain"?"
(Toxin) "Yeah, it is. It's everywhere. Though, it shouldn't do anything to you."
(Karito) He nods "Yeah, because of you and my detoxification skill."
Spider-Sense!
(Karito) "Do you feel that?"
(Toxin) "Yeah, it seems the Darks are doing something."
(Karito) "They did..."
(Toxin) "What did they do?"
(Karito) "The passive knowledge skill for Guardians have been blocked off."
(Toxin) "So any information we could've gotten from the Nexus is blocked off, huh?"
(Karito) "Yeah. I'm going to do thing by memory."
(Toxin) "That Passive really did save our asses."
(Karito) "Yeah, it was the only reason why I basically knew everything. But without it, I tend to forget things pretty easily."
(Toxin) "Well, shit. What should we do then?"
(Karito) "The last bit of info I got was from the hazards and Burning Pain. I couldn't get the rest in time."
(Toxin) "Shit..."
(Karito) "Though, Burning Pain sounds like a terrible way to go."
(Toxin) "Well, it's like a cut that gets infected and starts spreading like some rash. And the Wanderer will start feeling the pain of being burned alive. It only takes about 3 minutes for the rash to spread and kill the wanderer by "burning them alive". Though, not really? Things in The Backrooms are crazy."
(Karito) "To think there's worse shit in other levels."
(Toxin) "Let's hope we don't fall into Level Void."
(Karito) "I pray to God, not too fall there."
Suddenly, I was struck by a headache. Ringing in my ears drowned out all other sounds as my mind drifted.
Flashback
I was in 3rd Grade. The teacher had announced a test for next week. All the students had grumbled in annoyance but complied as they had no other choice. My assistant, who was a person assigned by the Special Education department continued writing down notes for my mother to read.
There are times where Special Ed kids are assigns assistants to help them on school and keep a watchful eyes due to their conditions. That will only last until the student shows my comprehension and understanding once they grow. Sometimes it will only last until Middle School, but sometimes they're cases where the student struggles and still need to continue to be aided by assistants until high school. The system just hope that the student grows to have some sort of independence.
In the afternoon, when I had made it home, I gave my mother the book where my assistant wrote all of the note of what had happened today. She read the part where it was highlighted that I had a test for Monday, next week.
(Mother) "I want you to focus on that test, no videos game until you get everything right."
(Adriel) "Wha-?! But why can't I just play a little?!" he yelled angrily.
(Mother) "Because you have to study, end of discussion. If I see you playing on your WII, I'm taking it away."
(Adriel) "N-No! Please don't take it away!" He looks down.
(Mother) "I want you studying, now!"
And studying exactly I did. There where times where I would stay studying 2 or 4 hours a day. But in reality, I would get so bored that I start to procrastinate. I hated school, and learning things that didn't interest me would bore me to no end.
The only reason I did was because mom would get angry at me when I didn't do something right, or do good. It's as if she's trying to prove something or... someone that I could be like other kids.
She at times says nice things to me, but there are other times where she tends to forget about my condition and becomes insensitive. But I just think that she does it for my well being and that she worries too much for her own good. I wouldn't think so if she hadn't told me she would bring me and my sister to her college by the time she was studying in university for her Masters Degree.
After a week as passed, I would take the test for Spanish class. You would think that it would be the easiest subject because I know Spanish? Well, I struggled a lot in that class, unlike Math and the rest of the classes. The headache I got for over using my brain lingered after I was done with the test.
In the end, I got a B in that test. One will think that a B is completely fine. But that wasn't my case. My mom only wanted me to ever have A's, everything else is like failing the class. So with hesitant steps, I entered my home.
I tried to avoid my mother, but she had spotted me and quickly questioned me on my performance on my test. After showing her, her expectant face, turned into disappointment...
(Mother) "Why didn't you get an A?" She frowns
(Adriel) "I don't know... I just tried my best..." He looks down.
(Mother) "You AREN'T stupid, Adriel! Why didn't you get an A?!" She raised her voice.
(Adriel) Covers his ears "I-I don't know!"
(Mother) "You have to have A's all the time! It's the only way you'll have a good future! t's the only way people will see that your hard working and not some waste of space!"
(Adriel) "I-I'm sorry!" Tears fall down his cheek.
(Mother) "YOU HAVE TO BE PERFECT! YOU HAVE TO BE!"
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Flashback end
With a gasp I had snapped out of the flashback. Cold sweats rolling down my face only to be dried out by Toxin. I held my head in slight pain. Of all the annoying memories I could've had before I came into fiction was when my Mother used to force my to be a straight A student and pressuring me to do better.
Though, I guess because of that I'm always going above and beyond on things. I can't seem to be satisfied until I think things are perfect. I don't know if i should be grateful or curse my mother for giving me bad memories for pressuring me so much as a child.
(Toxin) "What the hell was that?"
(Karito) "Memories before this whole gig started." He grunts.
(Toxin) "But why do you feel so guilty?"
(Karito) "I don't know. It maybe one of the things this Level does."
(Toxin) "It takes memories and turns them into guilt?"
(Karito) "I'm assuming so. I was never guilty for not doing good in school, just angry." He Frowns.
(Toxin) "But you have never failed school."
(Karito) "Well, my world feel apart when I didn't get an A in class."
(Toxin) "That kind of Mother? The "Child has to be perfect" type?"
(Karito) 'It only lasted until highs cool, fortunately."
(Toxin) "Hmm... I see."
Continuing my walk, I reached the second floor. It wasn't much different, but that feeling still lingered. Just what the hell am I feeling?
(Toxin) "Something feels wrong..."
(Karito) "Yeah..."
Before I could continue my stroll around this ruined hospital, I heard someone gasp inside one of the rooms on this floor. Someone was here? Are they causing the strange sensation I've been feeling since I arrived? If so, I'm going to approach them so my Spider-Sense can stop ringing in my head.
(Karito) "Hey!" He calls out "You! The one hiding in over in that room!"
(???) She gasp "..."
(Karito) "You better show yourself or I WILL tear that wall down!" He threatens.
(???) She slowly walks into the hall with her arms in the air "P-Please don't hurt me..."
She has black hair reaching to her shoulders and wears a light blue jacket, cargo pants, and gloves, indicating her awareness of the hazards in this place. Her lips are doll-like, her face is pretty, and her eyes are a light blue. She stands around 5'4 feet tall with a slim body.
(Karito) "Depends on you. Now, who are you?"
(???) She slightly calms down "My name is... Jane."
(Karito) "And what are you doing here?"
(Jane) "I'm looking for my daughter... Margaret Sane..."
(Karito) Tilts his head "How the fuck did you lose a child in the Backrooms of ALL places?"
(Jane) "I-I know it was my mistake! I should've been more observant!"
(Karito) "How old is she?"
(Jane) "She's 5."
(Karito) He sighs frustrated "..."
(Jane) "..." She looks down.
(Karito) "I'll help you."
(Jane) "What?" She asks, surprised.
(Karito) "This place is not meant for a child, so I'll help. The search will be much quicker."
(Jane) "I-Um... Thank you!"
I lowered my guard as she seemed to relax. She then slowly approached me, maintaining a decent distance between us.
(Jane) "Um... I've never seen anyone like you. Who are you?" She asked with curiosity.
(Karito) "Well, my name is Karito."
(Jane) "And what's with the super hero costume?"
(Karito) "Well, it's because I am a super hero."
(Jane) "You're messing with me." She sighs.
(Karito) He shots a web to the wall "I can do more than just that."
(Jane) "What the-?! That's crazy!" She reacts amused.
(Karito) "Anyways, let's keep going around. We can keep talking while we searched."
(Jane) "Please." She nods in understanding.
This is strange. I didn't think about it until now. How is she even breathing fine in this place? Why is she searching for her daughter in such a dangerous level?
Why do I still feel on edge? Maybe I'm just paranoid because the Backrooms is a place that constantly messes with your head. There are times when you meet other wanderers, though it's rare for that to happen.
She didn't lie to me, nor did I sense any malice from her, so she's probably just going through floors in search of her daughter and is simply looking for this floor's exit so she can continue searching on the next one, or maybe she's just so unlucky that she stumbled into this level accidentally.
(Karito) "I gotta ask."
(Jane) "Hm?"
(Karito) "How are you even breathing just fine here?"
(Jane) "Oh, I got this. The Almond Water. Though, I have to be careful not to get cut."
(Karito) "Because of the Burning Pain?"
(Jane) "Yeah... Almond Water is basically used to heal almost everything but the effects of healing don't work in this floor for the Burning Pain, it just makes it worse."
(Karito) "I see. How did you even entered this level?"
(Jane) "I purposely went here by no-clipping in the dark areas of level 448."
(Karito) "You do know how dangerous this level is?" He asked concerned.
(Jane) "I... Am aware. But if by any chance my daughter is here... I have to find it, no matter what."
(Karito) "I understand that. But I highly doubt she's here."
(Jane) "Well, you never know. What if she's actually here?"
(Karito) "The change is still low."
(Jane) "But never 0, right?"
(Karito) "You don't want to lose this, huh?" He side eyes.
(Jane) "Nope!" She lightly smiles.
(Karito) "Alright, fine... Though..."
(Jane) "Hm?"
(Karito) "Where is your husband?"
(Jane) "I don't know to be honest." Her voice lowers.
(Karito) "You don't know?" His brow perks up.
(Jane) "We got separated during our search."
(Karito) "Where you running away from entities or something?"
(Jane) "Yeah, a few skin stealers and other entities chased us. We no-clipped through different levels when the entities separated us to different sections in another level."
(Karito) "I'm sorry about that."
(Jane) "It's fine, I'm sure he's okay. He's strong and brave, I don't think I would've made it this far if he wasn't helping me."
(Karito) "Hey, you made it to this level. That speaks for something at least."
(Jane) "The power of mother hood is something else, huh?"
(Karito) "Heh, that might be why."
We both kept walking further into the level, exploring its floors. Apparently, there were three floors in this level. She and I met at the entrance to the second floor, so we accompanied each other to that floor and continued our small search party.
I noticed how she had grabbed the neck of her shirt, as if separating it from her sweaty body. But that's when I noticed something strange on her neck.
(Karito) "Your neck..."
(Jane) Covers it "Oh... you saw?" She asked with hesitation.
(Karito) "You have a pretty nasty scar there. What happened?"
(Jane) "I don't really know... It's... my memory is very foggy."
(Karito) "So a case of amnesia?"
(Jane) "Well, it's probably better that I just don't remember it."
(Karito) "If it was that traumatizing, then yeah."
(Jane) "Hey... Karito?" She looks at him.
(Karito) "Yeah?"
(Jane) "Have you ever had a daughter or son?"
(Karito) "Uh, no? Why you ask?"
(Jane) "Oh... Just asking. You're just so inhumanly handsome that I just assumed you did." She chuckles.
(Karito) "W-What?" His face changes into confusion "Who do you take me as?" He places his hand on his chest.
(Jane) "Sorry for assuming. Just wanted to make conversation."
(Karito) "Ugh..." He slouches down.
(Jane) "Hey, we can check these rooms. I'll take the left room!" She points towards her intended destination.
(Karito) "Well, I guess I go to the right one." He shrugs.
I approached the door and turned the knob, slowly opening it. Inside, I was met with a bed that resembled something fit for prisoners, along with a table and a chair. There wasn't much to see in this room. However, my Spider-senses tingled once more, not as a warning, but as a guiding force. I made my way toward the old table and crouched beneath it, spotting some ruined documents torn into four pieces. I tilted my head, curiosity piqued. Why were my senses leading me here? But I didn't dwell on it too long as I gathered the pieces of paper and placed them on the table. I asked Toxin to reconstruct the document, and he quickly obliged, assembling the paper into a fixed state while maintaining its crumpled appearance. Then, to my surprise, I heard the system speak audibly.
Reconstructing crime scene...
Crime scene? Is this level expecting me to channel my inner Sherlock Holmes or something? Because if that's the case, well, I'll be damned. Who would've thought I'd be playing detective... Well... I probably should've expected it. I've already been delving into concepts, dimensions, and other cosmic phenomena in my quest for understanding. Heh... Peter and I have practically become as smarter than Reed Richards at this point, yet we still manage to act stupid as fuck.
Anyway, let's see what this crime scene is all about.
The room began to take shape. The mental landscape transformed into a children's room. The entrance to the room was torn open, with blood splatters scattered around. A lamp lay broken on the floor, while a bedsheet lay on the ground, partially torn. There was also a window, large enough for someone to crawl through.
I stretched my arms and sighed. It was time to use my brain...
The door indicates a break-in, obviously. How many people were here? There are children's toys scattered around the scene. I'll have to check on that in a bit. This blood splatter doesn't seem to be from the lamp.
"We both know how blood scatters when it involves a cut or stab," Toxin offered his input.
That's true, but the weapon isn't here, so I'm assuming whoever had it ran away with it after causing damage.
"Let me scan the blood then, get closer," he suggested.
I listened to Toxin, getting closer to the blood scattered around. The tendrils picked up a droplet's worth of blood and started identifying it. After a second, he gave me an assessment.
"Well, I had thought that the blood was from one person, but it seems that it got mixed," Toxin said.
Mixed? So both got hurt?
"I would assume so. But the one with the weapon did more damage," Toxin confirmed.
Hmmm...
"What are you thinking?" Toxin questioned.
Scan for some fingerprints on the window.
"Finally using the upgrades you did to me in the Nexus?" Toxin snickered.
Yup. I want to see if what I'm thinking is actually right.
"Alright," he did as he was told.
I observed Toxin's tendrils slide around the window's edges, checking each corner. For a second, Toxin stopped moving; it seemed he did, in fact, find something. After 10 seconds of verifying, he retreated back, and the information was engraved into my head.
"If your train of thought was to verify if there was a child here, then yes. There was one," Toxin confirmed.
That would explain the toys and the room. A child was being kept here.
"And the fight was between a kidnapper and a savior?" Toxin questioned.
It could be either two things. A good Samaritan or... a mother.
"This is because of the blood scan confirming that the genders presented in this room were female, right?"
Yes, I didn't give it much thought, but from what I'm seeing... we've got a case of a Child Kidnapper.
"For how the scene is all ruined, I would assume the mother of the kidnapped child has found them and fought aggressively."
Toxin...
"Yeah?"
Give me the documents real quick.
"Done," he materialized the documents in Karito's hands in the mental landscape.
This document is marked for an individual... but it's redacted.
"It's probably the level that is making our lives complicated by figuring it out," he said with a sigh.
But this also says about the victim being sent into an... wait...
"What?" Toxin asked.
This document said, "submitted into an unknown hospital." You don't think...?
"That the hospital it's talking about is this one?" Toxin unsurely finished his question.
With how mysterious The Backrooms are, it is a possibility.
"The documents also mention lacerations and physical trauma to the face and neck," he mentions.
So severe damage to the face and neck...
"To be honest, I feel like we need more info. If this level is making us play detective, for certain, it's going to give us more clues to solve," Toxin states.
Yeah... Okay. Just one more thing before I end the simulation.
"The age of the kidnapped child," Toxin questions.
Yes. With the fingerprints left on the window. We are assuming the child made a run for it or was told to escape. Where would you estimate their age to be?
"They look like a 5-year-old's," he confirms.
Alright... that should be enough. Keep researching in the meantime Toxin. I'll see if I find anything else in this hospital.
"Roger that."
End simulation, system.
Deconstructing crime scene...
The mental landscape had disappeared, and I opened my eyes to the same old ruined hospital room. I sighed to myself; what a mess I've gotten myself into. Though, it's not like I'm not used to misfortune. If someone messes with a story around fiction, I'm going to run their fade with these hands.
(Jane) She calls from outside the room, "Karito~! Did you find anything?" She asks.
I almost forgot she was here for a second.
(Karito) "Yeah! I just got some documents! But no clues regarding you're daughter!"
(Jane) She enters the small room "Wow it's cramped here." She looks at Karito, "We should hurry, I'm getting more worried."
(Karito) "Well, after you. This room is very small."
(Jane) "Ah- True." She exist the room.
(Karito) Follows behind "Did you find anything?" He asked.
(Jane) "Nope, just some ruined dental chair with a lot of glass and sharp objects in the floor." She answered sadly.
(Karito) "Well that sucks..."
(Jane) "Yeah..."
(Karito) "..."
(Jane) "..."
(Karito) "Jane..."
(Jane) "Hm?"
(Karito) "Have you ever been in this hospital before?"
(Jane) "No? This is my first time, why you ask?"
(Karito) "Just wondering."
(Jane) "I've been in the Backrooms for a few years already. I have a few battle scars to prove it."
(Karito) "Like the one in your neck?"
(Jane) "That one is the only foggy one I got, which is strange. I still have a feeling it has to do with one of those mind breaking entities that roam around in different floors."
(Karito) Thoughts "My Spider-Sense hasn't detected a lie..." Speaks "I don't the wiki on me to verify that."
(Jane) "Oh! I do! Hold on..." She looks inside her backpack "Here's the tablet! Here you go." She gives it too Karito.
I entered the Wiki from The Backrooms, and roamed around until seeing the Entity List. And to my horror I saw a list of more than a thousand different entities. But my shock just became higher when noticing that there's 3 different types of entities, the Standard Entities, Anomalous Entities and Joke Entities. The moment I noticed that there's a whole list of 1K entities, I instantly became lazy.
(Karito) "You know what? Can I keep it a bit longer so I can read it once in a while?"
(Jane) "You ain't stealing it, are you?" She narrows her eyes, "Not very hero like, mister."
(Karito) "This thing that look's like it was made by a cheap company?" He smirks.
(Jane) "Hey! Our group tried our best, okay?! Going around this place is already hard as it is!" She yells.
(Karito) "Goddamn woman, chill! I was just messing!" He wave off apprehensively.
(Jane) "How can you joke around when I'm already worried about my daughter being lost!"
(Karito) "I get that, I was just calming the mood. You've been anxious."
(Jane) "Of course I would be!" She shots back.
(Karito) He sighs "Everything will be fine, if you worry to much I feel like where going to mess up due to desperation."
(Jane) "I-!"
(Karito) "I understand that you want to find your daughter, but I need you in a calm state. We can't afford to mess up because we didn't do anything right."
(Jane) She sighs "Okay... I'm sorry..."
(Karito) "It's alright. I totally understand why you would be that way."
(Jane) "I just can't lose her, Karito..." She starts tearing up.
(Karito) "What do you mean?"
(Jane) "I can't lose another child, Karito..." She looks at his face with tears rolling down her cheeks.
(Karito) "You've lost a child before?" He perks his brow upwards.
(Jane) "Before Margaret, I had 2 children who where killed by entities during an escape. Entities raided our base. Me and my husband ran away, but a few hounds started to chase us along side Partygoers. We where surrounded, me and my husband had to fight while protecting my son and daughter. We where overwhelmed and a Partygoer had snatched the children while my husband was being mauled by a hound and I was being attacked by a group of Partygoers... I was in a panic and... that's where everything went dark. A few hours later, we where being attended by a few survivors, my husband almost lost his arm... and the children where never found again..." She tells her sorry while looking at the ground.
(Karito) "I'm sorry you had to go through that..." His voice emanating worry.
(Jane) "Thank you... I... still haven't gotten over it... and now Margaret is lost and I-" She starts to panic.
(Karito) Taps her shoulder "Hey, hey! Things will be fine!" He reassures. "You have a legit super hero helping you." He smiles.
(Jane) Her eyes widen in surprise and gives a sad smile "...I... Thank you... Karito."
(Karito) "No problem." He gives a thumbs up.
She and I continued walking, searching each corner of the floors. It didn't take long until I found another clue, hidden under old wood inside what seemed to be an operating room. Jane had gone somewhere nearby, so I wasn't too worried. I picked up what seemed to be a newspaper. I read some of the parts that weren't ruined from the paper and could only make out a few words:
"Forest. Injured mother. Crazed widow. Ran. Found."
I wasn't able to read much of the headline, just what was barely visible. This singular torn-up newspaper wasn't too useful. But it did make a few connections. I should be able to reconstruct the newspaper if I find more clues so I can fill in the blanks. But for now, I have to make do with this.
"It seems the child ran to the forest after those two fought," Toxin said, his mind working.
Yeah... ran into the forest and was apparently "found."
"You don't seem too optimistic about that word."
It's because I don't know if the child was found dead or alive.
"And because of how The Backrooms are, you're assuming dead, right?" he finishes.
It's most likely.
"We should go to the third floor; we will likely be able to finish this lame puzzle," Toxin sighs.
Already ahead of you.
(Jane) Meet Karito outside the operating room "Found anything?" She asked.
(Karito) "Not really. I just think this place is making play Sherlock Holmes."
(Jane) "How so?"
(Karito) "I've just been getting clues of a crime, one from a kidnapper."
(Jane) "What? That's strange." She says, tilting her head.
(Karito) "It is. But it's probably one of the ways to escape this level. So I'll continue this investigation."
(Jane) "Okay, Mr. Detective." She teases.
(Karito) "There's gotta be one in the group."
(Jane) "Hey!" She shouts angrily.
(Karito) "You dug yourself into that one." He smirks.
(Jane) "You're such an ass." She chuckles.
(Karito) "So I've been told." Changes the topic "Anyways, let's go to the third floor so I can Batman this shit."
(Jane) "True. Let's hurry."
Once again, we started making our way towards the stairs for the third floor. Walking is turning out to be one hell of a sport. But anyway, before we even entered the stairs, I was suddenly hit by what I assume to be a flashback of some sort.
I swear to God, my brain is going to turn into toothpaste if this keeps happening.
Memory playing...
Ah shit... here we go again...
The mental landscape had transformed into one resembling a courtroom. However, I noticed that no one was moving. It seemed more like a photographic memory than anything else. So, I took the liberty to roam around the courtroom. I walked towards the man who appeared to be on trial, but he didn't seem fearful; rather, he exuded rage, if I'm not mistaken.
I turned my head to the judge, who had just stamped a paper for approval. Walking towards the judge, I took a peek at the paper. Court papers... specifically-
Memory interrupted...
Returning to reality...
(Jane) "Karito are you okay?!" She asked worryingly.
(Karito) Thoughts "I'm about to beat the shit out of yo-."
(Jane) She gently taps Karito on the cheek "Kari-!"
(Karito) "I'm fine. Just the level messing with my head. I manage to fend it off."
(Jane) She exhales as if she held her breathe "Ahh... I got worried..."
(Karito) "I can see that. Now, let's go."
(Jane) "Okay!"
The two of us walked towards the stairs. I spotted the doors to the third floor, and I slowly opened them. With a casual air, I entered. However, I noticed that Jane's footsteps had ceased, so I turned around. She seemed to have just frozen, with an unsettling smile and her eyes wide open.
(Karito) "Uh... Jane?"
(Jane) She snaps out of it "H-Huh?"
(Karito) "Did the level gave you some sort of illusion?|
(Jane) Her head lowers "Oh... so it was an illusion... I thought I was with my daughter..."
(Karito) "Jane... don't let this level get to you." He reminds her. "The level digs into your memories and slowly turns them into guilt."
(Jane) "I-I'm sorry... I know... I'm such a mess right now..." She starts tearing up.
(Karito) He walks towards her and gently pets her "Hey, we talked about this. It'll be fine. I'll help me."
(Jane) She wipes her tears and composes herself "R-Right! Thank you, Mr. hero." She gives e cheeky grin.
(Karito) "Oh, fuck off." He scoff dismissively.
(Jane) "Ha! That's what you get! Now let's go and find my daughter!"
(Karito) "Already doing so, you don't need to announce it."
(Jane) "Can't even let me live the moment!"
With that, I simply turned my head and continued to walk. She gasped audibly and pouted, noticing that I had ignored her. We both continued to walk until my Spider-Senses started to guide me once again. I entered a room with a bed and monitor, both looking old and ruined. But my senses led me to uncover what was under the sheets near the bed's edge. I lifted it up and saw the same court papers from those memories, but in a more aged and ruined state.
(Jane) "What did you find?" She asked.
(Karito) "It's a restraining order."
(Jane) "Who is the recipient?"
(Karito) "It doesn't say, it's torn off."
(Jane) "Should've known. This place is old and ruined."
(Karito) "It's really starting to piss me off..."
(Jane) "Should we keep looking?"
(Karito) "I will, you can keep searching up ahead."
(Jane) "You sure?"
(Karito) "Certain. If this is the way to escape this level, I need to complete this investigation."
(Jane) "Alright, I'll leave it too you, Mr. hero!" She teases again.
(Karito) "I will bonk you on the head."
(Jane) "Nope! It'll ruin my pretty face! I'll go ahead then, we'll meet up in a bit."
(Karito) "Alright." He sees her leave the room. "..."
Allow vision to enter my mind, system...
Deciphering...
...
...
...
You're a criminal. You can't leave until you get the proper punishment for your crimes. Don't cry, you know you deserve this. You're no different than ****.
End of vision...
Well, aren't you all rainbows and sunshine? Fuck you too, you piece of shit.
Anyway, that was interesting.
"Who do you think this was? It sounded male," Toxin asked.
Maybe... just maybe... it's the guy from the courtroom we saw earlier.
"So we have a phantom chasing us or something?" he asked with an annoyed tone.
I don't think that's the case.
"You think it's trying to tell us something?"
The culprit seemed to be suffering from a mental disorder, if we take into consideration the crazed widow comment from the newspaper earlier.
"What are you connecting?"
That the restraining order was for the crazed widow, before the recipient was killed.
"That would make sense but..."
But?
"If he already had made the restraining order, why hasn't he divorced her or something?"
Well, this is a troubled individual. What if she just begged or threaten him so much that he felt pressured into staying in the marriage?
"But he was angry in the courtroom. That doesn't look like someone who was afraid."
That is true...
"Maybe something did happen before making him snap?"
The kidnapping of another mother's child?
"No... what if it's before that?"
You're assuming that something made her go insane?
"Well, craziness sometimes just doesn't manifest out of nowhere."
Oh... I see where you're getting at.
"My theory is this, she kidnapped the child as a replacement."
...
"Because she had lost her own."
That's messed up. But it's plausible.
"A mother losing their child... I can't begin to imagine the despair."
It would make sense.
"And the husband found out about the crime and tried to get away from her and got killed for it."
You think she did it?
"Yes."
So we've got a yandere on our hands?
"Well, I would like to say a very insane individual."
Anyway, let's just keep going with this. My senses have locked onto another clue nearby.
"Roger."
I threw the piece of evidence into the inventory and exited the room. My hands started twitching; the memories I'm seeing are getting into my head. This is what I hate about the damn Backrooms, the mental and psychological torture of it. But if I'm ever to solve this crime, I have to allow more memories of what happened to enter my head... so I can escape this level. With clenched fists, I commanded the system to allow the memories to invade my mind.
Deciphering...
"AAAAAAAAH!!! Baby! Please talk to me! What happened?!" a woman screamed, in sheer horror at what she was witnessing.
"Moma..." the child called her mother, blood streaming down her head, "It hurts..." she said, tears in her eyes.
"P-Please stay with me, baby! I'll call the ambulance! You and your father will be fine!" With a hoarse voice, she said and quickly started calling 911. "Please! I need help! My husband and daughter just got into a crash!" she panicked while speaking.
"We will send an ambulance right away, where is your location?" the woman on the phone took quick action.
"W-We are at *****, at street ****. Please hurry!!!" She yelled.
"The ambulance is on its way. Can you explain what happened?" the woman asked.
"W-We were getting stuff we left at our old house because we had moved. A-And me and my husband took our own cars because one wasn't enough! A-And on our way home during an intersection, a drunk driver hit my husband's car and they both flipped over and went off the road." She hastily retold.
"And who was your daughter with?"
"S-She was w-with h-her father!" her voice cracked. "S-She wanted to sing with her father! I SHOULDN'T HAVE LET HER-!"
"Hey, hey! Don't think about unnecessary things! We are on our way, rest assured they will be fine!" she comforted the crying mother.
"P-Please! Hurry!" The mother begged. "Baby, are you okay?" She checked on her daughter for the tenth time.
"..." no response from the daughter.
"Ma'am, can you tell me the conditions of your daughter and husband?"
"M-My daughter's legs are broken! A-And her head, there's so much blood coming out of it!" She said with a panicked tone.
"...And your husband?" the woman behind the phone asked with sadness.
"H-He's fine! H-He's just knocked out on the concrete! H-He's been knocked out before! B-But he's bleeding in the face so much. O-Oh God, his poor face!" She said, her delusions invading her broken mind.
"..." The woman on the phone remained silent.
"H-Hello? A-Are you there?!" The mother panicked.
"The paramedics are very close, stay vigilant." the woman's tone sounded sad.
After the mother had hurriedly shown herself in the streets and spotted the ambulance, she quickly showed them the way. The mother's hands were red, blood filled her clothes and hands but she had no visible injuries on herself. But when the paramedics came to inspect the rest of the so-called "injured people" they had ceased their hurry and just stared at the bodies.
"W-What are you doing?! HELP THEM?!" the mother screamed.
"... I have three deceased in the scene and one survivor..." One of the paramedics replied on the comms.
"D-Deceased? W-What are you talking about?"
"Ma'am, I'm gonna have to-"
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN DECEASED?! HELP MY DAUGHTER AND MY HUSBAND! PLEASE! SHE'S JUST 5 YEARS OLD! PLEASE SAVE THE MAN I LOVE!" The mother continued to beg and beg... but to no avail.
"I-I'm sorry, ma'am..." the paramedic looked down in sadness.
Those words had broken her heart and mind. And all the road could hear was the agonizing cries of a mother who had lost the two people she loved more than her life.
Her husband, the love of her life. And her daughter, the angel that came into her world...
Both souls...
Were taken away from her...
In one single night...
And one day is all you need...
To completely lose yourself into insanity...
End Of Memory...
My march had halted the moment the memory started. All I did was just stare at the scene that I had just witnessed. Tears fell down my cheeks, empathizing with the mother. No mother should lose her family like that, and what's even more sad... that this was just the downward spiral for her into committing a crime.
"So... it looks like we made some wrong conclusions..." Toxin said with an uncertain voice.
Yeah... No shit.
"So the one that put the restraining order was the victim's husband..." he confirmed.
Yeah... no wonder the newspaper said "Crazed Widow".
"We should reunite with Jane and find the last clue," Toxin reminded.
I know... I feel like we are close to solving this...
"I have the same feeling... but I also have a bad one."
How so?
"I can't put my finger on it, the Darks have been limiting us since we've been here."
True. Let's... let's just go.
I quickened my pace, jogging towards the location where I could sense Jane. Halfway through the hall, I stopped as I heard a loud thud. I hastily entered the room, spotting Jane crying her eyes out while holding a paper. This was the same clue my senses were leading me to, but right now, I needed to comfort Jane.
(Karito) "Jane?!" He kneels down besides her using his magnetism to move away any sharp objects near them "Jane what's wrong?!" He puts his arms around her shoulders.
(Jane) "W-Why is this here?! WHY IS THIS HERE KARITO?!" She screamed at him.
(Karito) "What is?! What are you talking about, Jane?!" He questioned.
(Jane) "This!" She slaps the paper she was holding into Karito's chest, as she continues to to cry.
(Karito) "The fuck is-" He looks and freezes.
A Soft Farewell
Dear Friends and Family,
With heavy hearts, we extend our deepest gratitude for your presence and support during the funeral service of our beloved Margaret Sane, fondly known as Maggy. Your comforting presence was a source of strength during this difficult time, and we are profoundly grateful for your compassion and kindness.
Though Maggy's time with us was brief, her spirit touched the lives of many, leaving behind cherished memories that will forever be treasured. Your presence at her service honored her memory in a way words cannot express.
As we navigate through this journey of grief, please know that your love and support continue to provide solace and comfort to our grieving hearts. Together, we find strength in each other and in the precious memories we hold dear.
Once again, thank you for your presence, love, and support during this time of mourning. May Maggy's spirit live on in our hearts forever.
With heartfelt gratitude,
*******
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(Karito) "What the fuck...?"
(Jane) "S-She's dead... My daughter is dead..." Her voice goes lower and lower.
(Karito) "Wait..."
Memory start...
GIVE ME BACK MY DAUGHTER YOU SPCHYOPATH!
SHE'S MY DAUGHTER YOU FAKE! SHE'S MINE! MINE! MINE! MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
YOU BETRAYED MY TRUST FOR SOME BLIND DULISON! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN YOU WENT INSANE!
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL! I LOST EVERYONE! EVERYONE I EVER LOVED! AND MAGGY IS MINE! SHE'S MY DAUGHTER!
NO SHE ISN'T, YOU BITCH! JUST BECAUSE SHE LOOKS LIKE YOUR DEAD DAUGHTER DOESN'T MEAN SHE'S YOURS!
GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AND MAGGY! IF YOU GET IN MY WAY I WILL KILL YOU!
NOT INTUL YOU GIVE MY DAUGHTER BACK!
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I FUCKING WON'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR TAKING EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Memory end...
(Karito) "...."
(Jane) She stands up "..."
(Karito) "Jane..." He slowly backs up.
(Jane) "If you are a hero... heal my heart... and give me another child..."
(Karito) "...What?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
(Jane) "Y-You can do it...right?" Her smile turns crazed. "T-There's a bed right here, Karito!"
(Karito) "N-No..." His face turns disgusted.
(Jane) "DO IT, KARITO! FUCK ME!" She screams with insanity.
(Karito) "JANE FUCK OFF!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOUR SAYING TO A TOTAL STRANGER?!" He screams at her.
(Jane) "I know exactly what I'm saying! If my new child has super powers they won't die! Because they are strong! Please, Karito! SAVE ME FROM THIS PAIN!" She begs.
This makes me sick...
(Karito) "H-How the fuck did you even fall into such conclusion...?" he asked horrified.
I feel like vomiting...
(Jane) "PLEASE, KARITO! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE!" She begged even more.
Get away...
(Karito) "No..."
Get the fuck away...
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PLEASE!Ṕ̶̮̗̞̦̬̝͉̹̫͓̤̦̖̦̃̅͗̐̉̽Ĺ̵̳̜̬͉͉̙̰̯̊͗̆͐̓͂̿̆̒̚̕͝͝Ḛ̴̡̧̨̢̩̰̞̳̙̪̖͊͋̃͗ͅĀ̵̬̬͖̺̩̭̹̗̎͆̈́̃S̸̛͖̣̯͎̪͇̙͆̃̆̈́́̈́͌̀̚̕͝͝E̴̢̡̺͉͕̫̼̱̓̏͌̎̌̄̓͝͠!̶̢̺͕̤̜̮͔͉͔̩͈̺̮͂̊͌͒͌̋̈́̊̐ ̴̡̨̧̡̯͈̤̲̠͙̫͎̲͛͐̀͂̈́̈̀̒̃̾̌̚͘͝P̸̛̮͉̖͈̱̽͘͝L̶̡̥̱̲̥͉̺̝̞̅̈́͊̌̄̎̈́́̕E̴̛̝̱͂̎́̕A̵̢͕͍̤͖̜͜͝S̷̡̮͕̜̜̗͔͇̙͎̰͇̜͌̃̈́̚É̵̡̨̖̬̄̀̀̄̓̾̍̍̌̽͠!̷̨͉͚̳̜̈́ ̶̭̤̣͑͐̊̍̇͂̔̇̊̏̇̅͝͠P̸͔͇̯̹͙̖͖̯̥͉̼̏͆̓̽̂̈͒̕ͅL̴̖̻̣̫̝̗̝̲͕͍͒́̀̽́̆͛̈̆̀E̸̠̩̰̦͇̘̭̪̋̇́̓̈́͝͠͝A̸̳͔̕͝ͅS̷̛̙̳͔͈͈͈͌͑̂̐́̏͗̿̄͂͌͆͠ͅȆ̴͔̯̖̱̬͎̤͎̀̈́̏͑̍͋͑́̚͠!̴̡̮̥̫̫͈̱͕͙̫̻͉͚̅̋͗̓̈́̉͌̇͛̆̚̕̚͝ ̶͈͔̪̼̣͈͙͐̎̇̿̓͌͛͆̿̎̿͐P̴̛̼̬̬̔̀͒͑̽̉̽̈́̑̓͐͘͘L̸̨̪̠̜̩̫͎̙̍͒̄̾͗̾͐̐̚Ẻ̸͕͎̯͔̗͍̑̋̀̿̌͂̉́̐͊̀̚͘͜͠A̸̢̢͈̤̹̗̱̖̮̯͒̃̈͝S̴͉̟̋̓̍̌͒E̴̝̻͋͐͌̇̊̀͑̓̕̚͝͝!̴̧̡̛͖̮̝͇̘̩̥̹̫̩̭̪͎̍͐͂͗͛̉̒̔́̈́͘͘͠͝ ̷̡̧͍̜̜̳̝͖̗̻̣̘̔̒̍̆͑͊ͅP̴̯̐̋͗͂̏̈́̏̓̕͝L̴̩̙̻͉̪̪̱̙̦͎̭͙̝͛͆̈́̍͗̄̈́Ē̸̞̳͙̮̜͍͈̎̇̓͂̔͘̕͠͝Ȁ̶̧̙̤̦̲̉͌̑̋͐̀̽̊͜͠S̴̢̧̙̠͖̳̜̯͎̦̅͋͗͑̓͗͒͑̀̏͂̆͘͜E̷̟̣̫̳͉͓̯̊͆̅͛̚̚̚͝!̵̰̼̖͐͆͐̏͊̔̈̓̈́̀̚͝ ̵̫̖̹̞̤̦͍̺̹̺̒̀ͅP̴̖̼̠͉̖̗̏̈́̇̿̍̿̏͛̒̃́͘L̷͈̞̻̈́̽͐́̓̐͗̒̂̂̌̓͝Ḙ̸̢̠̦̠̲̹͚͖͕̫̝͑̈́̂̍̔́̄́A̶̝͂̌̎̍̔̈́́́̍̏S̸͓̼̭̞͕̔̆̕Ė̶͈̹̙͑̈́̀̃̑̓̓́̉̀͐̚͜͠͠ͅ!̸̡͎͕̟͔̺̩͖̽͑͑̀̈̍̕͝͝ͅ ̴̧̡̭̖͔̯̤̙̦̓̊̀̿̈́̿̏̌̈̅̾͘͝͠ͅP̸̧̢̲̗͔͎̮̠̪̺̑́̈́̈́̓͆̄̊̌̎̈́̄͝L̸̫͈͖̹̘̻͚̽̂̕͝Ę̸̡̢͔̯̝͔̜̪̳̄͗̌̿͋̊̚͜͜ͅẢ̶̧͍͓̥̭̗͕͙͇͑̓̓̍̆̈́͒̄̕͝͠S̵̛̳͍̣͎̩̯̒̃̆̊́́̎͋͑́Ę̸̟̦̯̥͚͕̙̦̩̿͌͐́̉͜!̵̧̺̜͉̗̥̹͚̦͇͕̜̉́ ̷̬̫̭̿̊͗̂͘̚͝͝͝P̷̨̢̤̰̳̗͋͊̈́̎͐͗̽L̴̤̣̘̺̭͖̀̑̊̃̏́̋̈́̆̅̓̌̀͒E̸̬̓̀̀Å̵̛̤̥͎̱̖̈͊͌͂̐̔́͝S̷̢̤̫͈͉̱͙̠̮̲͕̻̞̈̂͒̉͌̓̀̍̏̃̽̋̐̚͜͠Ę̸̢͚̜̼͙͇̙̟͚̺̘̭̺̪̓̎̐̽̿̚̚!̷̲̭͈͓͍̞͇̓͜͜ͅ ̷̯̪̺̝͖̹̘̠̭͔̜̗͔̼͂̓́͛͑̉̌̿̒̋̾̈́P̵̛̺̺̱̙̘̘̜̜̦̤̰̂̀̌̓̀͊̂͌̂̕͜͠͠L̴͈͎̦͓͒̐̍͠E̸̡̪̹̦̦͕̩̭̙͆͆͊ͅͅĄ̵̰̝̩̝̱̄̆͗̇̄̏̂̚S̸̻̾Ẻ̷̬͓̖̋͂̈́!̶͚̦̫̯̼͖̤̭̻̻̥̔̏̾̅̀̓̌́̔̄̾̆̚ ̸̪͍̗͌̃͋̋͂̉̀́P̶̧̢̡̺̦͚̬͍̘̙̣̗̺͍̌̾̄͘͠L̴̟͔͇̓͋̇̀͌̕ͅȨ̴̧̠̺̪͓́͑̍À̴̡̼̟͓̫͇̘͖̲̮͊̇͋S̸̛̯̻͛̇̿͊̋͌̃̉͝E̵͕̙͉̺̼̪͇͛̿͌̓̌̌͆̇͋̿̊͒͒͜͜͝͝ͅ!̶̛͍͔͊̉̕ ̶̨̨̡̲̜̠̫͍̀͐̅͛̈̍͜͜P̵̫̱̆̐̔̿̎̈́͊̏ͅL̸͇̗̩̊̇̅̌̀̃̒̔͐͠Ę̶̛͖̪͖̮͓̬̺͚̅͌̊̎͛͊̔͛́̀̎̚͝A̴͓̹̲̪̙̒́̃̓͋͘͠S̵̢͙̭̅ͅȨ̵͐̃̆!̵̡̡̨̩͖͓̯̭̪̫̤͋͑͑̈́͊̚ ̶̰̬͕̟̯̘̮̤̭͐̐̐͋̂̋̊̄̎̈́̚̚͝P̵̢̢̢̡͚͍̩͇̠̠̦̻͇̫͖͌́̀͗̔̌̋̕͘͝L̵̞͍͕̆̉̈́̏͛̾̐̂̾̋͠E̵̻͊̆̇͗̔̔̐̀͘A̷̰̦̫͍̮̼͉͍͖͛͛̇͆̑̋̓̆̚͜͝͝͝Ṡ̸̹̠͚̪̒̈́̃̏̉̂́͋̚Ȇ̴̞̲̯̩̥̞̈́͐͌̂̋͋̂͛̃͐!̶͙̭̩͈͛͑ ̸̧̪̯͚̜͆̓̂̾̈́̅̊͊͆̽P̶̦̞͍̓̀̔͊̐̓̆̎̈́̈́͠͝L̶͎̮͈͇͇̯͇̥̖͔̠͍̍̍̒̉̃̚̚͝ͅË̴̡̘͎̳̤̠͎̻́̍̽̽͊ͅͅA̴̡͉̭̬̱̾̒S̵̛̪̖͓͛̀̊̃̊̇̈̏͊͋̕È̶̢̛̦̻̣̐̀̑̅̅̕!̵͙̬̜̮͈͇̯͎̟͔̦̝͓̲̞̃͌́̃̀̀̈͑̑͂̕̚͝P̴̭̪̬͇͚͍̞͈̩͍͙̓̉̿̉̂͐L̷͓̦̪̗̭̼͍̗̮̐̇͗͋Ę̴̛̘̩̅̀̓̾̚͠Ǎ̵͉̙̖̟͛͌͋̿̄̉̄͘͘Ś̵͖̏͆̿̍̂̀̍̈́̑̌̐̇̈́͋Ȇ̷̢͔̞̗̖͉̹̙͖̯̖̥̲̮̤̌̾͂̇̽̑͗̏́!̴̛͔̞̔̊̄̽̆̓̏͝ ̴̨̡̰͔̞̮͊́̉͛͂͒̍̅͂̚͝P̴̨̫̮̤̥̣̭̠̞̤̆̍͐̽̍̅͌́̒̀̚͝͝͝L̵̡͚̓͆͝Ę̸̮̬̮̗͉̭̝̪̦̐̌͒́̒̈́͂́͒̐͝A̶̢͔̤̟̖̣̻͓̐͑͌̂͘S̶̫͖̯͚͚̤͎̐̉̾̉͒̈́̈̏̓͘Ẽ̸̩͉̝͒̏͗!̸̨̩͕͉̱̮͇̐̌́͂̀̐͐̀͆͋̓̕ ̸͇̤̪̮̺̳͓̋͋̍͆̔͛̑͗͋Ṕ̵̡̛̳͎͔͔͇͑̽̀͛̅̏̿̎̓̒͜L̸̢̙̹̟̜̪̝͉͚͓̞̙̆̈̾E̷̛̘͈̝̹̞̞͙̬̪͍̬̊̓̒̄̉̀̾̎͛̈͊̏͜͝A̷͈̰̣̐̓̋S̷̠͖̗̝̯͚̆̂̍̑͂͐̃̏̽̅͛̕͠Ë̷͕̩͈́̎̌̈̅͆̉!̴̗͉̔̓̉͆̆̇͑͊ͅ ̷̬̦̦̳͉͂̐͜͜͝ͅP̶̭͕̳̩̳̫̠̫̘̳̹͌̈́̂̿̾͒̚ͅL̸͇̮̳̤̬͌̌̈́͋̈̕̕͠͠͝͝E̵͍̎͌̃̈̍̋͋̈͌̊͆̉̄̅͝A̶̡̡̲̭̲̲̪͓̭͇̤͍̙̻̒̒̀̃̌͒́̊͌̓̾̔̚͠͠S̴̨̢̛̝̬͔͎͇͖͎̹̻̙̻̆̀̃̃͆͆̈́̈́͐̂̕͜͠E̸̡̛̳̖͕̦͖͈͈̤̮̦̿͆̐̈́̂͋͠͠!̵͈̻͎̹̼̣͖͓̀͆̾͑ ̶̢̨̧̛̖̗̞̥͇̰͇̮̞̠̍͗̈̔͌͂̚͝͝P̸̡̧̞̼͍͙̖̫͇̼̼̪̞͑͑̄̓̐̔͋͜L̵̢͕͈̠̈̔͂͐̉̿̈́̾̈͌̓̆̎̕E̸͍̯͍̳͙̗̩̽̅̋̎̑̆̈͒Ą̵̡̤̣̼̘̦̤̏S̶̰͕̣͈̤̹͓̱̪̀̈́̃̎͆͑͌̚ͅE̶͖̥̥̤͂̐̎̋̑̎͘͘͘!̵̨̨̥͚̬͍̦̘̙̼͍̟̜̆̊͊̓̓̇̈͝ ̸̘̮͊P̷̣̼͎̥̋͛̉̄́̚͝L̴̗͍̟͖̥̺̣̰̘̹͒̋́͊͝E̸͍̯̗̱͇̪̬̟̯̠̜̗̗̝͍̓̈́͒͐̕͝Ǡ̶͉̞͈̠̭͌̈́̐̀̄̈́̔̒̑̎͘̚S̸̝̮̺͚̤̯̰͈͇̹̙̈́̒̅̈́͑̆̑̊͜E̵̬̘̩̥̭͖̦͎̠̘̘̱̪͚̋̈̂͗̓̃̎͘!̷̨͈̺͍̗̏̆͌̄̾̂̇͛͐̿̓̕̚͜ͅ ̸̛̝̞͕̗̲͚̖̟͖̱͕̠̠͕͐̄̀͐̽͑̐̐̃̚͘͠ͅṖ̴̡͖̳̘̥͖̼͈͖̦̼̜̣̉̈́̈́̈̈́̇͋̾͜͝͠Ļ̴̹͉̳̹̿̀̏̽͌̈̅̈͗̓̃̽̿̄͘Ḛ̷̖͛̀̉̎̍̀̇̀̔͆̔̕͘͝Ä̷̮̳̳̀͌̈́Ş̸͚̣͍̔̈́͜È̴̯͈̖̤͖͔̗̻̞̭͖̥͍͜͠!̵͔̗̘͉̯̮̩͌̊͂̓̚͝ͅ ̸̫̲̫͉̞̰͎̾͊͊̀͂̿͂ͅP̷̺̀͒̊̍̃̉̑͆̈́͛́͆͝L̸̨̛͙̜̖̼̼̟̣͌̓̆̌͑̈́͐̓̊̎E̶̩̬̲̅͂̀̄͌̄͋̌̀̕͘A̸̼̼̼̻̣̳̗͚̹̳͕̠̘̟͋̇͐́͜͝S̸̛̟̗͇̝̹̞̗̘̭̝̱͎͈͑̄̏̌̌̈́͑͠͠E̶̺̟̝̗̙͌!̶̨̢̨͔̙̭͍̬̩̖̗̖͎͎̓̇͒̎̌͜ ̸̡̨͉̺̘̮̤̹̎͑̈̑̈́̈́͂͌̽̆͘͘P̵̢̨̧̰̗͖̩͍̺̥̤͇͔̮̟̅̇̅̇́̿̑L̴̠̠̩̪̤̼̺̔̏̂Ĕ̵̳̝̬̝̼̀̇̈́̎̓͆͆̀͂̕A̶̰͈͈̱̘͎͋̽͝S̸̯͕̥̥̉̋͛ͅÉ̸͓̖̍̒͑̀͝!̵̧͙̞̟̻̘̪̀ ̵̛̩̺̘̪̙̳̱͗̊̌̋͂̍͂̚P̵͚̙͔̜̱̮̺̬̏̈Ĺ̵̨̧̛̛̫͉̹̻͕̞̝͐͑̀̉̑͗͋́̓̈́Ḙ̸̞͓͆̒̾̍̎̿̎̀̃͗̾͛̈́̆͘Ă̸̡̠̼̦̱͈̝̅̌͊̾S̵̛̺͓͓̹̩͇̙̙͔͓̞͉̣͑̃̅̈̌̎͛̔È̴̜́͠!̴̧̡̛̯̰͙̤̾͗̕͜ ̸̧̡̟͙͖̩͋̇̂̈̄̿͜͝P̸̡̲͚̫̦̤̱͖̬̪͉͈̽̏͒̃̎̉̍͝ͅĻ̴̫͈͈̜͓̜̦͇͋͒͊̍̅̆͜͝͝Ḛ̶̛̭͖̀͐͒̽̓̏̿A̴͔̯͓͈̜͍̼̍̒̆̄͂̾̿͗́̅͆͘S̷̢̻̥̯͓̘͓͖͛̆͌̄̀́̆̉̎̈Ȩ̸̧̡̛̖̱̗͖̣͖̘̪͊͂̇!̷̢̡̼̱̮̹̳̥̝̰͚̣͇̈̽̆̍̍͘͘͘͝ͅ ̴͖͙̗̟̲͈̪̰̥̲̙̗͉͖̹̓̀̊̒̌͋̆̇̏̿̄̓̄P̴̗̩̻̱̪̤͑̄L̸̨̼̗͈̺̥̗̘̈́̎̅Ȩ̵̡̳̤̖̣̫̪̻̝̦̫͓̝͛́̅̚A̵̫̝̣̤͚͗̇̍͌͐̌͊̇͛͘͝Š̶̬̳̐̃̈́͊͛͑͗̿̈́́Ë̶̢͉̰̘̬͐̿̎̀̎͗͌̎̽͘ͅͅ!̵̡̢̛̱̬͖̥̝͔̖͍̦̟̫̖̋̂̽̌̑̃̆̾̓̏̕̚͜͠ ̸̰͖͈̤͚̫͉̪͚̌̏͜P̵̦̩̗̗̹͍̀̔͐̂͌͒͑͊͝Ĺ̸̨̛͚̏̍͐͗̍̇̔̅͘Ȇ̷̡̜̺̜̭̞̤̬̰̟̬̬̬͚A̴͓̫͈͙͚̼̣͇͉̾͛S̵̡͇̘̈͋̎͛̓̊̇͆̀̈͋̄͝͝͝E̸̡̢̙̱̼̺̽̒̓͂͐̓̑̕̕͝͝!̵̨̖͖͖͍̖͇͍̑͒͊̓̒̾ͅͅP̴̝̱̟̋̎͌̉̆͜Ḽ̵̩͕̤͖̞͚̿͛̇̈̈́̃̈̇̊̌͐̎E̵̡̼͈͕͚͎̗̜̜̮̞̭̬͇̊̐̊͑͝͝A̸̡̱̗̻̥͔̰̲͖̠̦̠̙͖͆̈́̄̈̋̾̽͐̉̚͜S̷̢̢̡̘̰̘͖̤̞̰͔͍̲̏̽̊̚͜͜͠E̷̢̜̝͒͐́̅̉̀!̶͖̞̮̖͔͕̀̀̒̕̕͠͝͝ ̸̢̧͚̦̦̥̰̭͇̼̈́͛̈́́̑̇́͐͑̄̓̍̚̚͜P̷̙̩͈͚͓͙̘̺͚̈͜L̷̢̛̛̞̱͔̠̩͖̒̃̓̓͆͗̐͂̀͜ͅͅÈ̵̡͚̩̱̝̮͕͍̫̦̞̦͇́̒͜Ą̶̢̖͓͕̺̞̞̣͙̟́̅̆̽̂ͅS̷̺̙͈͑̐͐̾͑̀̔̚̚͜ͅĘ̸͍͋̓͒̄!̵̰͙̟͍͍͇̼͔͇͚̠̾̎̒̈̎̌̏͆͛̐͗́̇͜͜ ̵̨̢̺̗̼̟͕͈͛̃̽̏̈́́̈́̆̿̕͝P̸̛̰͛̋͐̀̀̍̓̆͌̋L̸̡̰͍̮̻̘̳̭̻͖̎E̸̛̛̜͕̮͓͖̺̜̜̖̪̮̩͑̈́̀̕A̶̞͔͖̟͈͒̊͌͗S̵̤͈̑͌̔̅̄̃̎͌͆̚E̸̢̪̬̗̫̘̰̿̆̽̈̌͘͝͝!̵̨̯͖̙͉̓̒̎́̓̾̋̔̏̕͝ͅ ̵̧̧̤͙̝̙͉̟̝͙̦̖̤̖̾̆͌̄͌͌̀̀̊̕͘̕͝P̵͈̩̦̣̃L̷̛̛̥͍̥̞͚͕͕̉͆̾̊́̓̕E̵̢̛̟̤̠̜̗͚̰͋̃̇̈́̿̅̊͗̇̓̾͋͘͜͝ͅͅẠ̷̢̧̢̱̘͉̥̪͚̘̗̇͋̎̏̑̎͛̎̏S̸̫̳͎̱̥̺͕̺̗̝̪̙͚͐̃̽͗͆͛̍͋̂̂̈́̀ͅĘ̸̯̱̥̹̭͔̻̹̮̣̭̉̆̎̿̑͜!̴̖̺͋̽̕͝ ̶̢̡̻͎͚̳̞̜͎͒̀̊̎̊́̕͝P̷̡̞̻̘̘̦̠̖̭͕̳̈́͌Ļ̵̛̛͖̜̦͆̌͒̌͐͐̐̐͋̈͒͗͜͝Ē̶̡̖͇̟͖̭͂̈́̒A̵̡̱͓͈͚̙̟͖̺͂͘̕S̴͙̼̺̻̞͌̃̎͛̎̊̾́̋̊̇̚̕͠͝E̶̳̊̄͊̓̃̒͐͗̌͜͝!̸̢̧̡̢͖͈͙̦͈͇͈̺̲̽͛̏̐͌̚ ̵̥̀͋͌̔̽̄̀̐͂̈́̈́̿̕͘P̸̟̲̖̩͎͚̙̝̤̆̈́̀̂̾̑̅͗́̂̈́̌͠Ĺ̸̼͖̹̲̦̩̯͙̙̦̟̰̗̲̃͗͜Ę̵͖̳͙̈́̍̓̏͒̌̌̂͘̚ͅÄ̵̢̧͎̳̼͍͓͕̩͙̖͓̦́̆̓́͌̂̍͌͒͑͜͝S̴̤̺͍͍̰̺͍̖͚̫͒̔͘E̵̡̨̛̬͙͙̦͙̜͙̥̩̙͔̎̈̈́̎̓̈̓͋͐̑͝͝!̴̢̢͖̺̖̳̤͛̐̓̍͑̏̚͜͜͝ ̷̡͙̬̪̼͉͉͕̱̋̋͒͆̆̇͊̒̈́̒͘͝P̴̨̛̳͙͙̺͓̠̪̠̘̪̂́̈́̍͌̐͛͐͘͘͜L̷̨̨̜͚͕̰̟̬͉̪͖̟̭̲͒̈͆̽Ë̶̡͉̟́̂̈́̈́̓̐͛̎̏A̶̡̖͚̪̺̹͆̃͂̌̋̚͠S̸̨̘͕̣̙̼̘̺͉͈̲̅̀̾̓̈͘ͅͅĘ̸̞̱̳̿̉̿͗!̵̛͉̥̾̍̾ ̶̧̻̫͗͛̋͗̚̕͝͝P̷̢̧͎̺͍͇̣͇̹͚͓̹̀͝ͅL̵̨̨̻̮̫̪̖̤̝̝̇̿̆̏̎̽̿̄͗͆̈̚͘͝Ȩ̷̛̟̙̼̱̪̗̣̬̖̜̊́̓̐͜Å̵̗̞̺͈͇̞̜̖̂̍͛̋͝͠S̵̨̛̠͕̼̖̩̫̱̻̘̖͖͗͒́̅̈́̒̆̽͊͛̊̃̋E̷͖̜̺̞͎̺̬̩̼̻̹̖͕̅̍̏͆̈́́͒̋̂̾̀͋͜ͅ!̸̡͙̮͙̭̩͖̦̖̳͙̫̰̔̒ͅ ̸̛̰̙̊̌̉͋̚P̴̰͕͉͇̍̎Ļ̶͒́̏͌̄͐̔̈́͑́̀E̵̬͇̤̙̮̠̪̔͌͗͒̿̓͐̌̀̍̔͝ͅĄ̷̤̦͖͔̠͉̳̍̍̿̂̈́̑̇̅͗͂́̕͘͝S̷͖͛̇̌͗̑̓̒͗͆͠E̴͎͓͑̓̈́̐̎̐̍̑̿̈͘͘͜͝͠!̴̪̹̲̪̺̰̼̲̞́̈́̅̏̀́͌̇̓̔̊̆̕̕͠ ̷̞͎͝͝P̷̬̥̦̩͉͙͚̜̻̰͋͗̈̽̈́̔͊̓͂͜͝L̶̢̧̡̗̘̙̜̯̩̊̒͑̈̀̋͜͠E̸̖͇͆̍̐͂͆̿́̊́̋̕A̵̟̅̈́̋S̷̳̜̪̬̖̆̕E̷̛͇͆̇̀̅̒͠!̷̨̪̜̼̮̼̞̲͙̠̳̯̰͌ ̵̨̭̗̭̝͉̺̰̺̄̎͜͝P̸̫̬̬̽͝L̸̡̠̘̻̭̫̞͇̟͖̼̙̇E̸̢̛̳̩̜̻͇̫̦͈͉̰̯̬͐̆̒͛̔͊̌̕Ą̷̛͓͍͔͙̯͇̟͉͙̒̿̀́͊̈́̀̈́́͊̑̈́͜Ş̷̲̺̥̜̬̫̻͖̤̙̯̠̣͐ͅȨ̵̧͚͍̺̱͚̣̞̪̱̘͉̳̈́́́̆̿͋̂̈́͂̍̾͝!̸̢̙̘̼͉͇̝͎̠̹̝̲̂̑͒̀̀̿͗͆̃ ̵̨͈͍̰̩̜̬͛̇̽̒̇͒P̴̯͚̩̋̌͗͐͘L̶̢̼̺̺̹̖͎̫̲̈́̆̒̔͑͘͠Ȩ̷̮͔̯̯̫͔̃̽̈́̀́͋͂̿̀͗̂͘̕͝A̸̢̗̜̰̙̾̋̊̓̇̆̍̆͘͘̕͜S̶̰͙͙̱̮̲̘̓͛͛̀͌ͅẺ̷̙͉̺͓̝̬͉̻̜̲͚̘̐!̶̱̳̪̻͔͈͇̘̽̈́̆̿͊͐́͆̀͜ ̴̢͔͙̮̬̞͖̭̝̾̊̇̋̏̋́̓͘͝P̶̻̪̣̝̖̪͉̮̞̙̫̳͐́́́̃̌L̵̢̛̪̲͔͓̗͕̰̪̩̒̑͐̋͆̓͋̊È̵̡̨̫̮̖̳͈͕̤̹̄A̷̼͎̟͆̓ͅS̶̬̳̜̙̍̀́̋Ě̵̡͍̠͇̩̤̼̠̀̃̾ͅ!̵̤̹̱̫͚̝̬̲͆͛͊P̷̡̛͖̾́̋͒̉͛̉̾̓͘̚͝͝͝L̴͇͋̿̂͒E̸̫͚̣̥̜̫̦̠͆̾̿̓̅̕͝Ą̵̨̧͔̱̹̮̒͌̓́̌̿̾͊̈́S̸̛͍̘̮̭͇̈͂̍͒͒͗̚̚Ę̶̛̭̣͓̈́̑̈́̾̎́̐͠!̴̦̮̠͓̮̻̤͖̪͙̉́̿̾̑̔̔̒̈̚͠͝ ̶̢̟̣̻̭̣̠̠̍͐̇́̇̌̕ͅP̶̛̛̛̛͍̟͉̞̱̽̊̓̈́̒͌̍̄ͅĻ̸̛̘͈͎͉͎̺̼̒̀̂̈́̍̒̍̀͒̚͝͝Ë̷̘̫́͊͆͊͐̅̅̆̕̚͝͠A̴͇͚͙̗̝̝͂́͋́͝Ŝ̶̡̪̘̤̝̰̐̿͗̀͋̕̕E̵̛͚̥̗̝͇̭̠̹̐̿̅͆̈́͗̀͛͊̆̅̚̕ͅͅ!̴̢̝̭̤̺̟͍̤̜̖̙̜̾̍̋̈́͒̎͛̀͆̆ ̵̡̛̙̭̥̻͇̫͓̝̼̊̐̉̑͒̄̌͗̆̔̚͜͝ͅP̶̘͔̝͖̞͝ͅḶ̶̨̞̬̙͔̺͔̗͓͉̞͗̄̎̿̈́̓Ę̵̪̤̪͈̪͕̬̈́̀̔̾̊͛̈́̄̾͆̊̚͘͝Ä̷̢̹͔̺̱̲̼̙̬͕̦̙́̇ͅS̶̡̖̤̻͕̟͕̫̺̭̩̖̑̔̄̀̈́̋̓̉͒̾͌̿́͜͠E̸̢̓̍̃̀͠!̴̢̮̋̐̌̿̎̄̉̋̋ ̶̹̥̙̦̺̦̿́́̃̅͛͑̆͘͘͘P̶͇̳̈́̄̇̂͌͌̃̑̋̅̉͛͝͝L̵̲̙̰̮̤̜̠̙͓̩̺͙̂̑̈́͜Ẻ̴̛̘̤̩̙̽͑́͂̾̀́̇͒̏͋̕͘A̵̤̔̃̍̐̌͌͌̈̈́̕S̵͉̱̙͈͉̱̦͈̹̤̘͔̤͉̭͗͋̆͑͐̔̓̕Ḛ̷̱̟̻̟̣͚̤̣̈̉!̴̛̛̖̦̑̓́͊͂͛́̐̽ ̶̪̓͂̔͑̑̈́́P̷͎̠̊̿̎̔̉̃̌̐̓̊̀͐̚͜Ĺ̷̨̨̧̛̤̰̥̜̞͇͖̄̈́̉̂̾̑̓ͅȨ̵̧̨̹̖͓͓̱̗̣̘̥̦͇́̆̃̋͘͜Ǎ̶̡̘̜͓̣̗͑̓͆̇̅̾̽̌̈́̅͐̀̽S̷̡̞̳̫̣̜̙̋̃́̊͗͂̄̓̿̀̍͜Ȇ̸̡̗̬̦͓̞̯!̷̩̳̥̥̎̏̿̐̓̈́͌̋̕͠ ̶̫̰̜̯̰̫͕͎̏̽̓̇́̓̈́̈́͠P̶̢̛̘̺̖̲̳͓̎́̉̀̊͆̈̇͛͑̓͝Ļ̸̨͍̲͈̖͂͊̃̌̉͐̑̇͝Ȅ̶̡̝̜̳͎̬̭͚̫̻͋́͊̕̚͜͝A̷̧͈͓̘͔̲͍̬̙̎̎͝͝ͅS̴̫̎̿E̷̮͔͓̝̳̦̺͋͝!̶̨̨̛̼͓͓̮̙͉̜̿̋̌̄̇̌͒̂̎̕̕͜ͅ ̷͉́̅́̽̚͜P̶̨̹̜̗͓̥̫̀͂̐̐̽̈̃̍͊͊̕͝͝L̴̨͍̰͚̼̟̺̻̺̤̙̃̍̒͘͜Ḙ̴̔̓̔̕͠Ȁ̷̹͎̝͚̥̝̦͍̬̺̎̚͜Ṡ̶̢̢̤͈̻͖̞̰̙̅ͅͅÉ̷̙͈͔̥̰̱̖͐̍̋̇́̋͋̅̽̕̕͠͝!̴̘̭̪̞͈̟̦̺̋̋̀͂ͅͅ ̸̢̡͙͍̭̮͍̟̙̪̠͙̪̙̆͑̽̈́͌́͑͛̓P̶̡̫͓̦̭̼̟͖͈͕͍̿̎͛̋͋͜Ļ̵̠͋͑̒̐̋͂̋͂͆̒̇͛̍̿̇Ẽ̷̪͉̫̇̎̎̌̀̑̍̑̌̊̇̕͝A̶̢̭͓͙͉̗̜̾̔͑́̕͝Ş̴̢͙̖̳͓͑̋̒̍̌͊͌͂͘͠E̶̛̤̟̾̐!̸͖͕̻̥͉̼̱͈̯͛̀̌̓̉͋̐̄̏̆̑ ̷͚̘̣̠̏͌̒̔͋̕P̶̡̠̫͙̼͇̟̹̼̥̭̬̰͔͚͋̌L̷͔̞̼̳̐͋̽̀̌͑̃̎̆̈́̚͝E̵̛͕̗͓̝̦̘̘̣̗̫̙̯̪͌̂̏̉͂̔̄͂̍̄̽͑̚͜͠A̷̤̺͉̼̺̠̜̪̗̩̪̞͓̳̮͊͛S̷̳̜̤̜͍̫̲̊̈͗̇̕͜Ȩ̵̡̛̛̦̗̳̬̙͇̮̗̉̆̊̀͆̈́͂̅͆̀͗̕!̶͇̙̼̗͎̖͙̤̞͙͔̞̄͋͊́̿̆̃́͋̚̚̕͝͝ ̵̬̯͇̦̎͠P̴̢̛̰̮̞̥̥͛̒̅̾͌̉̆͠͝͝L̵͕̪̙̦̠͙̥͕̀̆È̴̫̑̀̏̇̈͊͗͆A̵̛̬͕͓̩̮͎͔̤̻͔͋̐͋̈Ş̴̧̭̱̩̤̩͗̔̽̄̿̃͗̐̃̕̚͠ͅẼ̵̛̛̝̱̠̤͕͈͐̈͊̅̂̿̉͗̄͗̎̚!̸̨̨̛̭̣̯̼̹͉̥̺̓̊̽͐̔̈́̈́͛͌ͅ ̵̰̜̟͕̹̞̺̪͔̜̘͍̈́̓̏̌̈͗͒̾̒͋͘͝P̴̨̗̙̤̗̤̪̝̹̦͋̋̽ͅL̸̟̹̗̤̖͓̓̿̃̋̄̔͐̈́̌̎͆͋̽Ẻ̵̛̱͇̖̪̳̩̜̥̼̦̘̞̐̒͂̃̄̄̐̌͒̑̂̂͝Ą̸̛̋́͂̓̄̉͌̍̇̆͘̕̕S̴̨̧̮̼͎͎͚͇͈̮͕͑̏̌͊̃̀͌̓̾̾̂E̴̤̩͛́͆̿̅̔̓̇̔̆̓͘!̶̳̥̠̳̥̱̦̯̘̘̱̬̭͊̽͑̄͊̈́͋̅̓͌̾̉̕͝͝ ̴̡̥̻̮̯̜͈̖̤͐͛̈́͊̃̈̂͛̅́͌͘P̶̙̬̜̠̭̪̈́̈́̎͋̆̓͝L̷̨̡̧̡̗̟̭͈̭͈͚̫̦̓͜E̷̙̤̖̲̓͆̎̏̉̈́̎̔͝͝͠Ã̸̡̨̧̫̘̩̞̞̳̼̦͇̜͙̀̊͊S̵̡̱̝̘̖͍̘̳͓̯̼̻̗̈́̿̄͑͑̾̉Ê̶̞̣̟͇̺̱̞̜̻̖̮̩̱̽̈́͋́̓̾͑͛̈̀͋̚̕ͅ!̴̧̝͙̜̙̺̤̩̘̣̗̠̬̋́̊ ̶̡̮͔̗̰̤̦̮̙̤͐̈́̿̃͂̇͋̐̀̄̓͆͘͠P̴̺̀͋͛͛͌̈͝Ľ̸̨͔̮̬̹̀̐̕͘͜E̸̢̒͋̒̿̄̈͋̿̀̑̚̕͠͝A̷̧̛͓̲͎̮̝̺̞̎̽̑̈́͆̎̒̏̂̒̾̽́Ṣ̶̢̧̗̮̠̙̠̽̽͒ͅË̸͈̤̞̖͖̹̟͈͒̀̋̃̈̽͐!̴̢̣̘̩͍̱͚̬̥̺̞̫̺̞̂ͅP̷̙͑͂͂͝L̸̡̲͓̤͙̼̖̼̥͎͖̻̓̂̅́̈́̔̈́̂͋̚͝͝Ȩ̸̧͎̦͎̫̻̪͈̳̮͉̥̩́̂̓̊͑͒Ả̶̟̦̤̉̒͆̇̀̃̌͘͘͠͝S̸̤̮̹̞̈͋̔̌E̸̢̡̻̩͍̥̿̌̅̋̚͝!̴̢̱̤̟̩̫̻̗͉̐͋̈́̈͒͛̾͊͂́̚͘͝͝ ̴͉̒̀̉̓̏̆̒̈̿̂͘͠P̵͉̲̪̖̘͈̟̠̭͎͕͒̽̋́͂̃̇̐͑͝͝L̶̟̲̗͕̺̗̽̓̿́̒̆͌̌͗͑̅̚͜͝E̸̛̻͔͇̳̮̽̆͗͑̆͑͑̉̕͘Ą̶̛̛͎̙̩͎̪̖̖̱̈́̅͌̒̓̈̔̆͘͠Ş̸̠̱͉̝̼̝͙̲̰̞͐̈́̏̓̊́̋̎̃͊̍̚͠Ȩ̵̡̢̧̙̘̍̐̓̈́̇̋͒͂̎̏̉̾͘͝!̴̛̤͉̺̯͗̒̂́̇͋͛͐͠͠͝ ̴̡͚͓̮̤̹̮͖̩̞͕̦͉͚̩̆̐͂̀̽͂̈́͊̀P̷͓͎̺͉͙̮̊͋L̵̢͕̭͒̑̉͊̀͘E̵̡̩̭̞̮̪̗̼͓̅̅̉̆̔͑͑̿̈́̔͝Á̶̧̔͂̍̕͝S̵̨̨̘͈͇̦̅̊E̴̡̺̻͓͚̩̻̩̰̯͚̣̒̄͂̐̾̔̾̽͝!̸̛̬̺͕̝̣̬͉̬̗̗͓̐̇͠͠ͅͅ ̷͔͓̪̪̲̠̺̹̺͑͂̎̽̇͒̆̀̐́̉̚͝P̴͎̜̘̜͉͔̬̩͓̈́́̒̈́̌́̍̈́̂͋̅͌́̕͝L̵̢̧̯͖͖͉̪̲̼̰͓̄̈͛̊̃̔͛́̊̔͒̚͜͜͝Ẻ̵̦̘̗A̷̡̛̦̪͍̝̼̝͇̜̪̹̞͔̔̋̓̍S̶͇͙͙̟̖̳̻̜͕̺̫̟̰̐́̔͐͛̿̃͗̀͝E̴̡̡̛̯̲̭̗̬̣͖͓͔̣̭͍͒̊̈́͐͋͛͘!̶̡̪͓̗̻͚͓̤̮͉̖̙̘͖͊͌̎͛̒͌̚͜ ̴͖̬͇̈̏̃̊̅̍͋̇̈́̆̈́̃͘͝P̷̢̛̰̪̼̦̺̩͇̯̼͚̣̫͆́͂̉̅̀͛̌̓̂͋͜͠L̷̢̛̻̱̯͈̳̼̘̳̪͊̉̈̍̏͛́̈́͐E̷͒͂̑̐̔̃̓́̌̀̾̕ͅA̸͖̠̼͓̜͠Š̸̛̭̙̲̘̀̅̄̃̃̉̒̈̽̌̕͠Ḛ̸̢̖͙͇̖̣̪̱̔͆̒͌̄̊́̋̂́̒̆̂̐͜!̶̦͂̇̍̄͆͋̆̋̊̈́̓̐̌̔͂ ̷̖̦̬̰̯̘͆̽͑̃̈̉̊̓P̶̡̢̖͉̰͉͚̰̠͕͚̰̣̔̈́̀̋̎̂͛̐̌́͂͘͝L̵̢̢̩̮̟̺̱̹̰̦̉͌̔̅͂̆̉̐̅̅̌̚͠͠E̶̡̛̱̯̠̺͖͔͙͇͇̯̹̘̬̓͑̄̓̊͊́̓̿͘͠͝A̴̟͐̎̊͛̓̀͘̚S̵̩̮͓̞̓̂̀̍̏̿̓̔̋̑̋͑̈́͘Ę̸̨͇͈̭̥͎͖̦͕͖͆̄̽!̷̭̬̼̣̟̪̼͔̱̹̮̳̺͗̀̌̓͋̃̐̀͒̋͌͂̽ ̴̡͙̱̗̣̫̱̣̬́̊͐̈̊̊͒̒͋͑͝P̵̛̼̬͎̝̻̩̀͒̿̈́̿̿̂̄̒̕͜͜͝L̴̡̙̰̗͍̖̘̘̤͙̲̆͒͆̉͊͊̀̄͗̓̎̀̓̑̑ͅE̵̛̥̺̗͙͂̒̊͂̑̀͘Á̷̡̛͖̘͎̠̗̱͔̞̥̩̈́̓͊̑̎̂̔͂̄̅͠S̴̛̛̙̦̍͆͋̚͜E̴͔̬͕̤̯̙͖͇̜̝̤͛͂͂̀̓̏̇̔̍͐̎̑͜͠!̷̧̛̬̼̞̹͉̱͉̂̈́͛̉̏̂̿̀̑͘͜ ̶̢̛̜̹̲̩̜̗̰̃͂͒̃̀͛͜P̷̢̧̟̰͙̬̜͍̠̗͇̘̩̰̋̈̓́́͋̒̔̏͑̽̕͜͝L̸̩̘̇͋̈́Ȩ̵͍͇͇̟͑́͊̃͌̒̌̃̈́A̷̰͚͇̝̞̬̳̬̮̮͝ͅS̷̝̋̕Ȩ̶̧͇̰͖̖̻̟̻̺̞̺͓̅͝!̴̡̛͕̣̣̰̥̹͖̎̍̿̈́́͆̔̐͘̚͜ ̶̢͈͚̲̜̳̒͗̋̉̊̋͐͒̊́̚̚̚P̶̢̛̞̹̼̖̲̦̹̥͍̱̺̠͐͆̀̔̉͌̑́̔́͌̕͜L̸̨͕̭͍̮̭̻̾́̄̒̈́̽̔̏̋̑͛E̶̲͕̓̒̈͒͌̈́̋̈́͋́̄̚̚A̴̧̢̛̹͙̘̭̬̾̇̂̈́͊͒͊̓̋̉̎̓S̵̼͕̘̬̜̔Ȩ̸̩̫̘͚̜̞̝̲̞͙̯͍̠͗́̉̾̓̾͛̇̀͜͠͠!̶͓̼̥̺̮͙̱͙̘̦̪͑̇̑̈̿ ̸̬̌͑ͅP̴̡̨̰͕̫̥͚̆̊̅̎̆̊̚̕͘͠L̴̮̯͎̗̯͎͎͓̠̺͈͈̩͑Ȅ̸̢̛͎͍̾͑͋̕Ą̷͖̫͇̩̋̇̇̆̃̎̈͘̕͝ͅŞ̴͉̰̰̦̜̺̗̤̻̩̯̱͔̒͜Ĕ̸̢̛̝̜̯͇̠̜̱̪̫̫̰̉̑̅̓̅̆͌̃!̸̢̘͑̄̀ ̵̡̢̦̩̬̥̳̙̭͉̭̮͊̓͛̈́͒̈́͌̈́̑̋̑̓ͅP̷̨͉̱̜͇̲͎͙͈̍̑͛̔̉͘L̵̢̢̻̮͇͈͖͙̞̝͉̞̙͋̿̍̍̉̈ͅE̶̳̒A̵͑ͅS̸̫͍̋͝͝E̸̻͖̲͙̻͎̯̭̼̳̺͐̃͗͆!̶̦̤̰͉̜̈́̈́̾́̾̄͛͂͊̀͒̕͘̚͝ ̵̞̣̬̥̱͇̌̓ͅṔ̸̢̡̣̬̖̙͍̪̈́͆̏͌̚͘͠Ļ̵̺̘͕̤͔̖͈̮̼̝͆E̴̮̠̤̤̗͉̜̻͎̱̻̰͍͌͋A̶̧̳̩̦̝̍S̶̡̡͚͔̭̥̼̫͕̫̖͍̱̠̈͗̀É̷̛̯̰̖̮͙͎̪̯͉̫̺̾̀̐̄̕̚͠!̶̢̡̢̨̧̪͍̣͎̞͍̞́̾ Ṕ̶̮̗̞̦̬̝͉̹̫͓̤̦̖̦̃̅͗̐̉̽Ĺ̵̳̜̬͉͉̙̰̯̊͗̆͐̓͂̿̆̒̚̕͝͝Ḛ̴̡̧̨̢̩̰̞̳̙̪̖͊͋̃͗ͅĀ̵̬̬͖̺̩̭̹̗̎͆̈́̃S̸̛͖̣̯͎̪͇̙͆̃̆̈́́̈́͌̀̚̕͝͝E̴̢̡̺͉͕̫̼̱̓̏͌̎̌̄̓͝͠!̶̢̺͕̤̜̮͔͉͔̩͈̺̮͂̊͌͒͌̋̈́̊̐ ̴̡̨̧̡̯͈̤̲̠͙̫͎̲͛͐̀͂̈́̈̀̒̃̾̌̚͘͝P̸̛̮͉̖͈̱̽͘͝L̶̡̥̱̲̥͉̺̝̞̅̈́͊̌̄̎̈́́̕E̴̛̝̱͂̎́̕A̵̢͕͍̤͖̜͜͝S̷̡̮͕̜̜̗͔͇̙͎̰͇̜͌̃̈́̚É̵̡̨̖̬̄̀̀̄̓̾̍̍̌̽͠!̷̨͉͚̳̜̈́ ̶̭̤̣͑͐̊̍̇͂̔̇̊̏̇̅͝͠P̸͔͇̯̹͙̖͖̯̥͉̼̏͆̓̽̂̈͒̕ͅL̴̖̻̣̫̝̗̝̲͕͍͒́̀̽́̆͛̈̆̀E̸̠̩̰̦͇̘̭̪̋̇́̓̈́͝͠͝A̸̳͔̕͝ͅS̷̛̙̳͔͈͈͈͌͑̂̐́̏͗̿̄͂͌͆͠ͅȆ̴͔̯̖̱̬͎̤͎̀̈́̏͑̍͋͑́̚͠!̴̡̮̥̫̫͈̱͕͙̫̻͉͚̅̋͗̓̈́̉͌̇͛̆̚̕̚͝ ̶͈͔̪̼̣͈͙͐̎̇̿̓͌͛͆̿̎̿͐P̴̛̼̬̬̔̀͒͑̽̉̽̈́̑̓͐͘͘L̸̨̪̠̜̩̫͎̙̍͒̄̾͗̾͐̐̚Ẻ̸͕͎̯͔̗͍̑̋̀̿̌͂̉́̐͊̀̚͘͜͠A̸̢̢͈̤̹̗̱̖̮̯͒̃̈͝S̴͉̟̋̓̍̌͒E̴̝̻͋͐͌̇̊̀͑̓̕̚͝͝!̴̧̡̛͖̮̝͇̘̩̥̹̫̩̭̪͎̍͐͂͗͛̉̒̔́̈́͘͘͠͝ ̷̡̧͍̜̜̳̝͖̗̻̣̘̔̒̍̆͑͊ͅP̴̯̐̋͗͂̏̈́̏̓̕͝L̴̩̙̻͉̪̪̱̙̦͎̭͙̝͛͆̈́̍͗̄̈́Ē̸̞̳͙̮̜͍͈̎̇̓͂̔͘̕͠͝Ȁ̶̧̙̤̦̲̉͌̑̋͐̀̽̊͜͠S̴̢̧̙̠͖̳̜̯͎̦̅͋͗͑̓͗͒͑̀̏͂̆͘͜E̷̟̣̫̳͉͓̯̊͆̅͛̚̚̚͝!̵̰̼̖͐͆͐̏͊̔̈̓̈́̀̚͝ ̵̫̖̹̞̤̦͍̺̹̺̒̀ͅP̴̖̼̠͉̖̗̏̈́̇̿̍̿̏͛̒̃́͘L̷͈̞̻̈́̽͐́̓̐͗̒̂̂̌̓͝Ḙ̸̢̠̦̠̲̹͚͖͕̫̝͑̈́̂̍̔́̄́A̶̝͂̌̎̍̔̈́́́̍̏S̸͓̼̭̞͕̔̆̕Ė̶͈̹̙͑̈́̀̃̑̓̓́̉̀͐̚͜͠͠ͅ!̸̡͎͕̟͔̺̩͖̽͑͑̀̈̍̕͝͝ͅ ̴̧̡̭̖͔̯̤̙̦̓̊̀̿̈́̿̏̌̈̅̾͘͝͠ͅP̸̧̢̲̗͔͎̮̠̪̺̑́̈́̈́̓͆̄̊̌̎̈́̄͝L̸̫͈͖̹̘̻͚̽̂̕͝Ę̸̡̢͔̯̝͔̜̪̳̄͗̌̿͋̊̚͜͜ͅẢ̶̧͍͓̥̭̗͕͙͇͑̓̓̍̆̈́͒̄̕͝͠S̵̛̳͍̣͎̩̯̒̃̆̊́́̎͋͑́Ę̸̟̦̯̥͚͕̙̦̩̿͌͐́̉͜!̵̧̺̜͉̗̥̹͚̦͇͕̜̉́ ̷̬̫̭̿̊͗̂͘̚͝͝͝P̷̨̢̤̰̳̗͋͊̈́̎͐͗̽L̴̤̣̘̺̭͖̀̑̊̃̏́̋̈́̆̅̓̌̀͒E̸̬̓̀̀Å̵̛̤̥͎̱̖̈͊͌͂̐̔́͝S̷̢̤̫͈͉̱͙̠̮̲͕̻̞̈̂͒̉͌̓̀̍̏̃̽̋̐̚͜͠Ę̸̢͚̜̼͙͇̙̟͚̺̘̭̺̪̓̎̐̽̿̚̚!̷̲̭͈͓͍̞͇̓͜͜ͅ ̷̯̪̺̝͖̹̘̠̭͔̜̗͔̼͂̓́͛͑̉̌̿̒̋̾̈́P̵̛̺̺̱̙̘̘̜̜̦̤̰̂̀̌̓̀͊̂͌̂̕͜͠͠L̴͈͎̦͓͒̐̍͠E̸̡̪̹̦̦͕̩̭̙͆͆͊ͅͅĄ̵̰̝̩̝̱̄̆͗̇̄̏̂̚S̸̻̾Ẻ̷̬͓̖̋͂̈́!̶͚̦̫̯̼͖̤̭̻̻̥̔̏̾̅̀̓̌́̔̄̾̆̚ ̸̪͍̗͌̃͋̋͂̉̀́P̶̧̢̡̺̦͚̬͍̘̙̣̗̺͍̌̾̄͘͠L̴̟͔͇̓͋̇̀͌̕ͅȨ̴̧̠̺̪͓́͑̍À̴̡̼̟͓̫͇̘͖̲̮͊̇͋S̸̛̯̻͛̇̿͊̋͌̃̉͝E̵͕̙͉̺̼̪͇͛̿͌̓̌̌͆̇͋̿̊͒͒͜͜͝͝ͅ!̶̛͍͔͊̉̕ ̶̨̨̡̲̜̠̫͍̀͐̅͛̈̍͜͜P̵̫̱̆̐̔̿̎̈́͊̏ͅL̸͇̗̩̊̇̅̌̀̃̒̔͐͠Ę̶̛͖̪͖̮͓̬̺͚̅͌̊̎͛͊̔͛́̀̎̚͝A̴͓̹̲̪̙̒́̃̓͋͘͠S̵̢͙̭̅ͅȨ̵͐̃̆!̵̡̡̨̩͖͓̯̭̪̫̤͋͑͑̈́͊̚ ̶̰̬͕̟̯̘̮̤̭͐̐̐͋̂̋̊̄̎̈́̚̚͝P̵̢̢̢̡͚͍̩͇̠̠̦̻͇̫͖͌́̀͗̔̌̋̕͘͝L̵̞͍͕̆̉̈́̏͛̾̐̂̾̋͠E̵̻͊̆̇͗̔̔̐̀͘A̷̰̦̫͍̮̼͉͍͖͛͛̇͆̑̋̓̆̚͜͝͝͝Ṡ̸̹̠͚̪̒̈́̃̏̉̂́͋̚Ȇ̴̞̲̯̩̥̞̈́͐͌̂̋͋̂͛̃͐!̶͙̭̩͈͛͑ ̸̧̪̯͚̜͆̓̂̾̈́̅̊͊͆̽P̶̦̞͍̓̀̔͊̐̓̆̎̈́̈́͠͝L̶͎̮͈͇͇̯͇̥̖͔̠͍̍̍̒̉̃̚̚͝ͅË̴̡̘͎̳̤̠͎̻́̍̽̽͊ͅͅA̴̡͉̭̬̱̾̒S̵̛̪̖͓͛̀̊̃̊̇̈̏͊͋̕È̶̢̛̦̻̣̐̀̑̅̅̕!̵͙̬̜̮͈͇̯͎̟͔̦̝͓̲̞̃͌́̃̀̀̈͑̑͂̕̚͝P̴̭̪̬͇͚͍̞͈̩͍͙̓̉̿̉̂͐L̷͓̦̪̗̭̼͍̗̮̐̇͗͋Ę̴̛̘̩̅̀̓̾̚͠Ǎ̵͉̙̖̟͛͌͋̿̄̉̄͘͘Ś̵͖̏͆̿̍̂̀̍̈́̑̌̐̇̈́͋Ȇ̷̢͔̞̗̖͉̹̙͖̯̖̥̲̮̤̌̾͂̇̽̑͗̏́!̴̛͔̞̔̊̄̽̆̓̏͝ ̴̨̡̰͔̞̮͊́̉͛͂͒̍̅͂̚͝P̴̨̫̮̤̥̣̭̠̞̤̆̍͐̽̍̅͌́̒̀̚͝͝͝L̵̡͚̓͆͝Ę̸̮̬̮̗͉̭̝̪̦̐̌͒́̒̈́͂́͒̐͝A̶̢͔̤̟̖̣̻͓̐͑͌̂͘S̶̫͖̯͚͚̤͎̐̉̾̉͒̈́̈̏̓͘Ẽ̸̩͉̝͒̏͗!̸̨̩͕͉̱̮͇̐̌́͂̀̐͐̀͆͋̓̕ ̸͇̤̪̮̺̳͓̋͋̍͆̔͛̑͗͋Ṕ̵̡̛̳͎͔͔͇͑̽̀͛̅̏̿̎̓̒͜L̸̢̙̹̟̜̪̝͉͚͓̞̙̆̈̾E̷̛̘͈̝̹̞̞͙̬̪͍̬̊̓̒̄̉̀̾̎͛̈͊̏͜͝A̷͈̰̣̐̓̋S̷̠͖̗̝̯͚̆̂̍̑͂͐̃̏̽̅͛̕͠Ë̷͕̩͈́̎̌̈̅͆̉!̴̗͉̔̓̉͆̆̇͑͊ͅ ̷̬̦̦̳͉͂̐͜͜͝ͅP̶̭͕̳̩̳̫̠̫̘̳̹͌̈́̂̿̾͒̚ͅL̸͇̮̳̤̬͌̌̈́͋̈̕̕͠͠͝͝E̵͍̎͌̃̈̍̋͋̈͌̊͆̉̄̅͝A̶̡̡̲̭̲̲̪͓̭͇̤͍̙̻̒̒̀̃̌͒́̊͌̓̾̔̚͠͠S̴̨̢̛̝̬͔͎͇͖͎̹̻̙̻̆̀̃̃͆͆̈́̈́͐̂̕͜͠E̸̡̛̳̖͕̦͖͈͈̤̮̦̿͆̐̈́̂͋͠͠!̵͈̻͎̹̼̣͖͓̀͆̾͑ ̶̢̨̧̛̖̗̞̥͇̰͇̮̞̠̍͗̈̔͌͂̚͝͝P̸̡̧̞̼͍͙̖̫͇̼̼̪̞͑͑̄̓̐̔͋͜L̵̢͕͈̠̈̔͂͐̉̿̈́̾̈͌̓̆̎̕E̸͍̯͍̳͙̗̩̽̅̋̎̑̆̈͒Ą̵̡̤̣̼̘̦̤̏S̶̰͕̣͈̤̹͓̱̪̀̈́̃̎͆͑͌̚ͅE̶͖̥̥̤͂̐̎̋̑̎͘͘͘!̵̨̨̥͚̬͍̦̘̙̼͍̟̜̆̊͊̓̓̇̈͝ ̸̘̮͊P̷̣̼͎̥̋͛̉̄́̚͝L̴̗͍̟͖̥̺̣̰̘̹͒̋́͊͝E̸͍̯̗̱͇̪̬̟̯̠̜̗̗̝͍̓̈́͒͐̕͝Ǡ̶͉̞͈̠̭͌̈́̐̀̄̈́̔̒̑̎͘̚S̸̝̮̺͚̤̯̰͈͇̹̙̈́̒̅̈́͑̆̑̊͜E̵̬̘̩̥̭͖̦͎̠̘̘̱̪͚̋̈̂͗̓̃̎͘!̷̨͈̺͍̗̏̆͌̄̾̂̇͛͐̿̓̕̚͜ͅ ̸̛̝̞͕̗̲͚̖̟͖̱͕̠̠͕͐̄̀͐̽͑̐̐̃̚͘͠ͅṖ̴̡͖̳̘̥͖̼͈͖̦̼̜̣̉̈́̈́̈̈́̇͋̾͜͝͠Ļ̴̹͉̳̹̿̀̏̽͌̈̅̈͗̓̃̽̿̄͘Ḛ̷̖͛̀̉̎̍̀̇̀̔͆̔̕͘͝Ä̷̮̳̳̀͌̈́Ş̸͚̣͍̔̈́͜È̴̯͈̖̤͖͔̗̻̞̭͖̥͍͜͠!̵͔̗̘͉̯̮̩͌̊͂̓̚͝ͅ ̸̫̲̫͉̞̰͎̾͊͊̀͂̿͂ͅP̷̺̀͒̊̍̃̉̑͆̈́͛́͆͝L̸̨̛͙̜̖̼̼̟̣͌̓̆̌͑̈́͐̓̊̎E̶̩̬̲̅͂̀̄͌̄͋̌̀̕͘A̸̼̼̼̻̣̳̗͚̹̳͕̠̘̟͋̇͐́͜͝S̸̛̟̗͇̝̹̞̗̘̭̝̱͎͈͑̄̏̌̌̈́͑͠͠E̶̺̟̝̗̙͌!̶̨̢̨͔̙̭͍̬̩̖̗̖͎͎̓̇͒̎̌͜ ̸̡̨͉̺̘̮̤̹̎͑̈̑̈́̈́͂͌̽̆͘͘P̵̢̨̧̰̗͖̩͍̺̥̤͇͔̮̟̅̇̅̇́̿̑L̴̠̠̩̪̤̼̺̔̏̂Ĕ̵̳̝̬̝̼̀̇̈́̎̓͆͆̀͂̕A̶̰͈͈̱̘͎͋̽͝S̸̯͕̥̥̉̋͛ͅÉ̸͓̖̍̒͑̀͝!̵̧͙̞̟̻̘̪̀ ̵̛̩̺̘̪̙̳̱͗̊̌̋͂̍͂̚P̵͚̙͔̜̱̮̺̬̏̈Ĺ̵̨̧̛̛̫͉̹̻͕̞̝͐͑̀̉̑͗͋́̓̈́Ḙ̸̞͓͆̒̾̍̎̿̎̀̃͗̾͛̈́̆͘Ă̸̡̠̼̦̱͈̝̅̌͊̾S̵̛̺͓͓̹̩͇̙̙͔͓̞͉̣͑̃̅̈̌̎͛̔È̴̜́͠!̴̧̡̛̯̰͙̤̾͗̕͜ ̸̧̡̟͙͖̩͋̇̂̈̄̿͜͝P̸̡̲͚̫̦̤̱͖̬̪͉͈̽̏͒̃̎̉̍͝ͅĻ̴̫͈͈̜͓̜̦͇͋͒͊̍̅̆͜͝͝Ḛ̶̛̭͖̀͐͒̽̓̏̿A̴͔̯͓͈̜͍̼̍̒̆̄͂̾̿͗́̅͆͘S̷̢̻̥̯͓̘͓͖͛̆͌̄̀́̆̉̎̈Ȩ̸̧̡̛̖̱̗͖̣͖̘̪͊͂̇!̷̢̡̼̱̮̹̳̥̝̰͚̣͇̈̽̆̍̍͘͘͘͝ͅ ̴͖͙̗̟̲͈̪̰̥̲̙̗͉͖̹̓̀̊̒̌͋̆̇̏̿̄̓̄P̴̗̩̻̱̪̤͑̄L̸̨̼̗͈̺̥̗̘̈́̎̅Ȩ̵̡̳̤̖̣̫̪̻̝̦̫͓̝͛́̅̚A̵̫̝̣̤͚͗̇̍͌͐̌͊̇͛͘͝Š̶̬̳̐̃̈́͊͛͑͗̿̈́́Ë̶̢͉̰̘̬͐̿̎̀̎͗͌̎̽͘ͅͅ!̵̡̢̛̱̬͖̥̝͔̖͍̦̟̫̖̋̂̽̌̑̃̆̾̓̏̕̚͜͠ ̸̰͖͈̤͚̫͉̪͚̌̏͜P̵̦̩̗̗̹͍̀̔͐̂͌͒͑͊͝Ĺ̸̨̛͚̏̍͐͗̍̇̔̅͘Ȇ̷̡̜̺̜̭̞̤̬̰̟̬̬̬͚A̴͓̫͈͙͚̼̣͇͉̾͛S̵̡͇̘̈͋̎͛̓̊̇͆̀̈͋̄͝͝͝E̸̡̢̙̱̼̺̽̒̓͂͐̓̑̕̕͝͝!̵̨̖͖͖͍̖͇͍̑͒͊̓̒̾ͅͅP̴̝̱̟̋̎͌̉̆͜Ḽ̵̩͕̤͖̞͚̿͛̇̈̈́̃̈̇̊̌͐̎E̵̡̼͈͕͚͎̗̜̜̮̞̭̬͇̊̐̊͑͝͝A̸̡̱̗̻̥͔̰̲͖̠̦̠̙͖͆̈́̄̈̋̾̽͐̉̚͜S̷̢̢̡̘̰̘͖̤̞̰͔͍̲̏̽̊̚͜͜͠E̷̢̜̝͒͐́̅̉̀!̶͖̞̮̖͔͕̀̀̒̕̕͠͝͝ ̸̢̧͚̦̦̥̰̭͇̼̈́͛̈́́̑̇́͐͑̄̓̍̚̚͜P̷̙̩͈͚͓͙̘̺͚̈͜L̷̢̛̛̞̱͔̠̩͖̒̃̓̓͆͗̐͂̀͜ͅͅÈ̵̡͚̩̱̝̮͕͍̫̦̞̦͇́̒͜Ą̶̢̖͓͕̺̞̞̣͙̟́̅̆̽̂ͅS̷̺̙͈͑̐͐̾͑̀̔̚̚͜ͅĘ̸͍͋̓͒̄!̵̰͙̟͍͍͇̼͔͇͚̠̾̎̒̈̎̌̏͆͛̐͗́̇͜͜ ̵̨̢̺̗̼̟͕͈͛̃̽̏̈́́̈́̆̿̕͝P̸̛̰͛̋͐̀̀̍̓̆͌̋L̸̡̰͍̮̻̘̳̭̻͖̎E̸̛̛̜͕̮͓͖̺̜̜̖̪̮̩͑̈́̀̕A̶̞͔͖̟͈͒̊͌͗S̵̤͈̑͌̔̅̄̃̎͌͆̚E̸̢̪̬̗̫̘̰̿̆̽̈̌͘͝͝!̵̨̯͖̙͉̓̒̎́̓̾̋̔̏̕͝ͅ ̵̧̧̤͙̝̙͉̟̝͙̦̖̤̖̾̆͌̄͌͌̀̀̊̕͘̕͝P̵͈̩̦̣̃L̷̛̛̥͍̥̞͚͕͕̉͆̾̊́̓̕E̵̢̛̟̤̠̜̗͚̰͋̃̇̈́̿̅̊͗̇̓̾͋͘͜͝ͅͅẠ̷̢̧̢̱̘͉̥̪͚̘̗̇͋̎̏̑̎͛̎̏S̸̫̳͎̱̥̺͕̺̗̝̪̙͚͐̃̽͗͆͛̍͋̂̂̈́̀ͅĘ̸̯̱̥̹̭͔̻̹̮̣̭̉̆̎̿̑͜!̴̖̺͋̽̕͝ ̶̢̡̻͎͚̳̞̜͎͒̀̊̎̊́̕͝P̷̡̞̻̘̘̦̠̖̭͕̳̈́͌Ļ̵̛̛͖̜̦͆̌͒̌͐͐̐̐͋̈͒͗͜͝Ē̶̡̖͇̟͖̭͂̈́̒A̵̡̱͓͈͚̙̟͖̺͂͘̕S̴͙̼̺̻̞͌̃̎͛̎̊̾́̋̊̇̚̕͠͝E̶̳̊̄͊̓̃̒͐͗̌͜͝!̸̢̧̡̢͖͈͙̦͈͇͈̺̲̽͛̏̐͌̚ ̵̥̀͋͌̔̽̄̀̐͂̈́̈́̿̕͘P̸̟̲̖̩͎͚̙̝̤̆̈́̀̂̾̑̅͗́̂̈́̌͠Ĺ̸̼͖̹̲̦̩̯͙̙̦̟̰̗̲̃͗͜Ę̵͖̳͙̈́̍̓̏͒̌̌̂͘̚ͅÄ̵̢̧͎̳̼͍͓͕̩͙̖͓̦́̆̓́͌̂̍͌͒͑͜͝S̴̤̺͍͍̰̺͍̖͚̫͒̔͘E̵̡̨̛̬͙͙̦͙̜͙̥̩̙͔̎̈̈́̎̓̈̓͋͐̑͝͝!̴̢̢͖̺̖̳̤͛̐̓̍͑̏̚͜͜͝ ̷̡͙̬̪̼͉͉͕̱̋̋͒͆̆̇͊̒̈́̒͘͝P̴̨̛̳͙͙̺͓̠̪̠̘̪̂́̈́̍͌̐͛͐͘͘͜L̷̨̨̜͚͕̰̟̬͉̪͖̟̭̲͒̈͆̽Ë̶̡͉̟́̂̈́̈́̓̐͛̎̏A̶̡̖͚̪̺̹͆̃͂̌̋̚͠S̸̨̘͕̣̙̼̘̺͉͈̲̅̀̾̓̈͘ͅͅĘ̸̞̱̳̿̉̿͗!̵̛͉̥̾̍̾ ̶̧̻̫͗͛̋͗̚̕͝͝P̷̢̧͎̺͍͇̣͇̹͚͓̹̀͝ͅL̵̨̨̻̮̫̪̖̤̝̝̇̿̆̏̎̽̿̄͗͆̈̚͘͝Ȩ̷̛̟̙̼̱̪̗̣̬̖̜̊́̓̐͜Å̵̗̞̺͈͇̞̜̖̂̍͛̋͝͠S̵̨̛̠͕̼̖̩̫̱̻̘̖͖͗͒́̅̈́̒̆̽͊͛̊̃̋E̷͖̜̺̞͎̺̬̩̼̻̹̖͕̅̍̏͆̈́́͒̋̂̾̀͋͜ͅ!̸̡͙̮͙̭̩͖̦̖̳͙̫̰̔̒ͅ ̸̛̰̙̊̌̉͋̚P̴̰͕͉͇̍̎Ļ̶͒́̏͌̄͐̔̈́͑́̀E̵̬͇̤̙̮̠̪̔͌͗͒̿̓͐̌̀̍̔͝ͅĄ̷̤̦͖͔̠͉̳̍̍̿̂̈́̑̇̅͗͂́̕͘͝S̷͖͛̇̌͗̑̓̒͗͆͠E̴͎͓͑̓̈́̐̎̐̍̑̿̈͘͘͜͝͠!̴̪̹̲̪̺̰̼̲̞́̈́̅̏̀́͌̇̓̔̊̆̕̕͠ ̷̞͎͝͝P̷̬̥̦̩͉͙͚̜̻̰͋͗̈̽̈́̔͊̓͂͜͝L̶̢̧̡̗̘̙̜̯̩̊̒͑̈̀̋͜͠E̸̖͇͆̍̐͂͆̿́̊́̋̕A̵̟̅̈́̋S̷̳̜̪̬̖̆̕E̷̛͇͆̇̀̅̒͠!̷̨̪̜̼̮̼̞̲͙̠̳̯̰͌ ̵̨̭̗̭̝͉̺̰̺̄̎͜͝P̸̫̬̬̽͝L̸̡̠̘̻̭̫̞͇̟͖̼̙̇E̸̢̛̳̩̜̻͇̫̦͈͉̰̯̬͐̆̒͛̔͊̌̕Ą̷̛͓͍͔͙̯͇̟͉͙̒̿̀́͊̈́̀̈́́͊̑̈́͜Ş̷̲̺̥̜̬̫̻͖̤̙̯̠̣͐ͅȨ̵̧͚͍̺̱͚̣̞̪̱̘͉̳̈́́́̆̿͋̂̈́͂̍̾͝!̸̢̙̘̼͉͇̝͎̠̹̝̲̂̑͒̀̀̿͗͆̃ ̵̨͈͍̰̩̜̬͛̇̽̒̇͒P̴̯͚̩̋̌͗͐͘L̶̢̼̺̺̹̖͎̫̲̈́̆̒̔͑͘͠Ȩ̷̮͔̯̯̫͔̃̽̈́̀́͋͂̿̀͗̂͘̕͝A̸̢̗̜̰̙̾̋̊̓̇̆̍̆͘͘̕͜S̶̰͙͙̱̮̲̘̓͛͛̀͌ͅẺ̷̙͉̺͓̝̬͉̻̜̲͚̘̐!̶̱̳̪̻͔͈͇̘̽̈́̆̿͊͐́͆̀͜ ̴̢͔͙̮̬̞͖̭̝̾̊̇̋̏̋́̓͘͝P̶̻̪̣̝̖̪͉̮̞̙̫̳͐́́́̃̌L̵̢̛̪̲͔͓̗͕̰̪̩̒̑͐̋͆̓͋̊È̵̡̨̫̮̖̳͈͕̤̹̄A̷̼͎̟͆̓ͅS̶̬̳̜̙̍̀́̋Ě̵̡͍̠͇̩̤̼̠̀̃̾ͅ!̵̤̹̱̫͚̝̬̲͆͛͊P̷̡̛͖̾́̋͒̉͛̉̾̓͘̚͝͝͝L̴͇͋̿̂͒E̸̫͚̣̥̜̫̦̠͆̾̿̓̅̕͝Ą̵̨̧͔̱̹̮̒͌̓́̌̿̾͊̈́S̸̛͍̘̮̭͇̈͂̍͒͒͗̚̚Ę̶̛̭̣͓̈́̑̈́̾̎́̐͠!̴̦̮̠͓̮̻̤͖̪͙̉́̿̾̑̔̔̒̈̚͠͝ ̶̢̟̣̻̭̣̠̠̍͐̇́̇̌̕ͅP̶̛̛̛̛͍̟͉̞̱̽̊̓̈́̒͌̍̄ͅĻ̸̛̘͈͎͉͎̺̼̒̀̂̈́̍̒̍̀͒̚͝͝Ë̷̘̫́͊͆͊͐̅̅̆̕̚͝͠A̴͇͚͙̗̝̝͂́͋́͝Ŝ̶̡̪̘̤̝̰̐̿͗̀͋̕̕E̵̛͚̥̗̝͇̭̠̹̐̿̅͆̈́͗̀͛͊̆̅̚̕ͅͅ!̴̢̝̭̤̺̟͍̤̜̖̙̜̾̍̋̈́͒̎͛̀͆̆ ̵̡̛̙̭̥̻͇̫͓̝̼̊̐̉̑͒̄̌͗̆̔̚͜͝ͅP̶̘͔̝͖̞͝ͅḶ̶̨̞̬̙͔̺͔̗͓͉̞͗̄̎̿̈́̓Ę̵̪̤̪͈̪͕̬̈́̀̔̾̊͛̈́̄̾͆̊̚͘͝Ä̷̢̹͔̺̱̲̼̙̬͕̦̙́̇ͅS̶̡̖̤̻͕̟͕̫̺̭̩̖̑̔̄̀̈́̋̓̉͒̾͌̿́͜͠E̸̢̓̍̃̀͠!̴̢̮̋̐̌̿̎̄̉̋̋ ̶̹̥̙̦̺̦̿́́̃̅͛͑̆͘͘͘P̶͇̳̈́̄̇̂͌͌̃̑̋̅̉͛͝͝L̵̲̙̰̮̤̜̠̙͓̩̺͙̂̑̈́͜Ẻ̴̛̘̤̩̙̽͑́͂̾̀́̇͒̏͋̕͘A̵̤̔̃̍̐̌͌͌̈̈́̕S̵͉̱̙͈͉̱̦͈̹̤̘͔̤͉̭͗͋̆͑͐̔̓̕Ḛ̷̱̟̻̟̣͚̤̣̈̉!̴̛̛̖̦̑̓́͊͂͛́̐̽ ̶̪̓͂̔͑̑̈́́P̷͎̠̊̿̎̔̉̃̌̐̓̊̀͐̚͜Ĺ̷̨̨̧̛̤̰̥̜̞͇͖̄̈́̉̂̾̑̓ͅȨ̵̧̨̹̖͓͓̱̗̣̘̥̦͇́̆̃̋͘͜Ǎ̶̡̘̜͓̣̗͑̓͆̇̅̾̽̌̈́̅͐̀̽S̷̡̞̳̫̣̜̙̋̃́̊͗͂̄̓̿̀̍͜Ȇ̸̡̗̬̦͓̞̯!̷̩̳̥̥̎̏̿̐̓̈́͌̋̕͠ ̶̫̰̜̯̰̫͕͎̏̽̓̇́̓̈́̈́͠P̶̢̛̘̺̖̲̳͓̎́̉̀̊͆̈̇͛͑̓͝Ļ̸̨͍̲͈̖͂͊̃̌̉͐̑̇͝Ȅ̶̡̝̜̳͎̬̭͚̫̻͋́͊̕̚͜͝A̷̧͈͓̘͔̲͍̬̙̎̎͝͝ͅS̴̫̎̿E̷̮͔͓̝̳̦̺͋͝!̶̨̨̛̼͓͓̮̙͉̜̿̋̌̄̇̌͒̂̎̕̕͜ͅ ̷͉́̅́̽̚͜P̶̨̹̜̗͓̥̫̀͂̐̐̽̈̃̍͊͊̕͝͝L̴̨͍̰͚̼̟̺̻̺̤̙̃̍̒͘͜Ḙ̴̔̓̔̕͠Ȁ̷̹͎̝͚̥̝̦͍̬̺̎̚͜Ṡ̶̢̢̤͈̻͖̞̰̙̅ͅͅÉ̷̙͈͔̥̰̱̖͐̍̋̇́̋͋̅̽̕̕͠͝!̴̘̭̪̞͈̟̦̺̋̋̀͂ͅͅ ̸̢̡͙͍̭̮͍̟̙̪̠͙̪̙̆͑̽̈́͌́͑͛̓P̶̡̫͓̦̭̼̟͖͈͕͍̿̎͛̋͋͜Ļ̵̠͋͑̒̐̋͂̋͂͆̒̇͛̍̿̇Ẽ̷̪͉̫̇̎̎̌̀̑̍̑̌̊̇̕͝A̶̢̭͓͙͉̗̜̾̔͑́̕͝Ş̴̢͙̖̳͓͑̋̒̍̌͊͌͂͘͠E̶̛̤̟̾̐!̸͖͕̻̥͉̼̱͈̯͛̀̌̓̉͋̐̄̏̆̑ ̷͚̘̣̠̏͌̒̔͋̕P̶̡̠̫͙̼͇̟̹̼̥̭̬̰͔͚͋̌L̷͔̞̼̳̐͋̽̀̌͑̃̎̆̈́̚͝E̵̛͕̗͓̝̦̘̘̣̗̫̙̯̪͌̂̏̉͂̔̄͂̍̄̽͑̚͜͠A̷̤̺͉̼̺̠̜̪̗̩̪̞͓̳̮͊͛S̷̳̜̤̜͍̫̲̊̈͗̇̕͜Ȩ̵̡̛̛̦̗̳̬̙͇̮̗̉̆̊̀͆̈́͂̅͆̀͗̕!̶͇̙̼̗͎̖͙̤̞͙͔̞̄͋͊́̿̆̃́͋̚̚̕͝͝ ̵̬̯͇̦̎͠P̴̢̛̰̮̞̥̥͛̒̅̾͌̉̆͠͝͝L̵͕̪̙̦̠͙̥͕̀̆È̴̫̑̀̏̇̈͊͗͆A̵̛̬͕͓̩̮͎͔̤̻͔͋̐͋̈Ş̴̧̭̱̩̤̩͗̔̽̄̿̃͗̐̃̕̚͠ͅẼ̵̛̛̝̱̠̤͕͈͐̈͊̅̂̿̉͗̄͗̎̚!̸̨̨̛̭̣̯̼̹͉̥̺̓̊̽͐̔̈́̈́͛͌ͅ ̵̰̜̟͕̹̞̺̪͔̜̘͍̈́̓̏̌̈͗͒̾̒͋͘͝P̴̨̗̙̤̗̤̪̝̹̦͋̋̽ͅL̸̟̹̗̤̖͓̓̿̃̋̄̔͐̈́̌̎͆͋̽Ẻ̵̛̱͇̖̪̳̩̜̥̼̦̘̞̐̒͂̃̄̄̐̌͒̑̂̂͝Ą̸̛̋́͂̓̄̉͌̍̇̆͘̕̕S̴̨̧̮̼͎͎͚͇͈̮͕͑̏̌͊̃̀͌̓̾̾̂E̴̤̩͛́͆̿̅̔̓̇̔̆̓͘!̶̳̥̠̳̥̱̦̯̘̘̱̬̭͊̽͑̄͊̈́͋̅̓͌̾̉̕͝͝ ̴̡̥̻̮̯̜͈̖̤͐͛̈́͊̃̈̂͛̅́͌͘P̶̙̬̜̠̭̪̈́̈́̎͋̆̓͝L̷̨̡̧̡̗̟̭͈̭͈͚̫̦̓͜E̷̙̤̖̲̓͆̎̏̉̈́̎̔͝͝͠Ã̸̡̨̧̫̘̩̞̞̳̼̦͇̜͙̀̊͊S̵̡̱̝̘̖͍̘̳͓̯̼̻̗̈́̿̄͑͑̾̉Ê̶̞̣̟͇̺̱̞̜̻̖̮̩̱̽̈́͋́̓̾͑͛̈̀͋̚̕ͅ!̴̧̝͙̜̙̺̤̩̘̣̗̠̬̋́̊ ̶̡̮͔̗̰̤̦̮̙̤͐̈́̿̃͂̇͋̐̀̄̓͆͘͠P̴̺̀͋͛͛͌̈͝Ľ̸̨͔̮̬̹̀̐̕͘͜E̸̢̒͋̒̿̄̈͋̿̀̑̚̕͠͝A̷̧̛͓̲͎̮̝̺̞̎̽̑̈́͆̎̒̏̂̒̾̽́Ṣ̶̢̧̗̮̠̙̠̽̽͒ͅË̸͈̤̞̖͖̹̟͈͒̀̋̃̈̽͐!̴̢̣̘̩͍̱͚̬̥̺̞̫̺̞̂ͅP̷̙͑͂͂͝L̸̡̲͓̤͙̼̖̼̥͎͖̻̓̂̅́̈́̔̈́̂͋̚͝͝Ȩ̸̧͎̦͎̫̻̪͈̳̮͉̥̩́̂̓̊͑͒Ả̶̟̦̤̉̒͆̇̀̃̌͘͘͠͝S̸̤̮̹̞̈͋̔̌E̸̢̡̻̩͍̥̿̌̅̋̚͝!̴̢̱̤̟̩̫̻̗͉̐͋̈́̈͒͛̾͊͂́̚͘͝͝ ̴͉̒̀̉̓̏̆̒̈̿̂͘͠P̵͉̲̪̖̘͈̟̠̭͎͕͒̽̋́͂̃̇̐͑͝͝L̶̟̲̗͕̺̗̽̓̿́̒̆͌̌͗͑̅̚͜͝E̸̛̻͔͇̳̮̽̆͗͑̆͑͑̉̕͘Ą̶̛̛͎̙̩͎̪̖̖̱̈́̅͌̒̓̈̔̆͘͠Ş̸̠̱͉̝̼̝͙̲̰̞͐̈́̏̓̊́̋̎̃͊̍̚͠Ȩ̵̡̢̧̙̘̍̐̓̈́̇̋͒͂̎̏̉̾͘͝!̴̛̤͉̺̯͗̒̂́̇͋͛͐͠͠͝ ̴̡͚͓̮̤̹̮͖̩̞͕̦͉͚̩̆̐͂̀̽͂̈́͊̀P̷͓͎̺͉͙̮̊͋L̵̢͕̭͒̑̉͊̀͘E̵̡̩̭̞̮̪̗̼͓̅̅̉̆̔͑͑̿̈́̔͝Á̶̧̔͂̍̕͝S̵̨̨̘͈͇̦̅̊E̴̡̺̻͓͚̩̻̩̰̯͚̣̒̄͂̐̾̔̾̽͝!̸̛̬̺͕̝̣̬͉̬̗̗͓̐̇͠͠ͅͅ ̷͔͓̪̪̲̠̺̹̺͑͂̎̽̇͒̆̀̐́̉̚͝P̴͎̜̘̜͉͔̬̩͓̈́́̒̈́̌́̍̈́̂͋̅͌́̕͝L̵̢̧̯͖͖͉̪̲̼̰͓̄̈͛̊̃̔͛́̊̔͒̚͜͜͝Ẻ̵̦̘̗A̷̡̛̦̪͍̝̼̝͇̜̪̹̞͔̔̋̓̍S̶͇͙͙̟̖̳̻̜͕̺̫̟̰̐́̔͐͛̿̃͗̀͝E̴̡̡̛̯̲̭̗̬̣͖͓͔̣̭͍͒̊̈́͐͋͛͘!̶̡̪͓̗̻͚͓̤̮͉̖̙̘͖͊͌̎͛̒͌̚͜ ̴͖̬͇̈̏̃̊̅̍͋̇̈́̆̈́̃͘͝P̷̢̛̰̪̼̦̺̩͇̯̼͚̣̫͆́͂̉̅̀͛̌̓̂͋͜͠L̷̢̛̻̱̯͈̳̼̘̳̪͊̉̈̍̏͛́̈́͐E̷͒͂̑̐̔̃̓́̌̀̾̕ͅA̸͖̠̼͓̜͠Š̸̛̭̙̲̘̀̅̄̃̃̉̒̈̽̌̕͠Ḛ̸̢̖͙͇̖̣̪̱̔͆̒͌̄̊́̋̂́̒̆̂̐͜!̶̦͂̇̍̄͆͋̆̋̊̈́̓̐̌̔͂ ̷̖̦̬̰̯̘͆̽͑̃̈̉̊̓P̶̡̢̖͉̰͉͚̰̠͕͚̰̣̔̈́̀̋̎̂͛̐̌́͂͘͝L̵̢̢̩̮̟̺̱̹̰̦̉͌̔̅͂̆̉̐̅̅̌̚͠͠E̶̡̛̱̯̠̺͖͔͙͇͇̯̹̘̬̓͑̄̓̊͊́̓̿͘͠͝A̴̟͐̎̊͛̓̀͘̚S̵̩̮͓̞̓̂̀̍̏̿̓̔̋̑̋͑̈́͘Ę̸̨͇͈̭̥͎͖̦͕͖͆̄̽!̷̭̬̼̣̟̪̼͔̱̹̮̳̺͗̀̌̓͋̃̐̀͒̋͌͂̽ ̴̡͙̱̗̣̫̱̣̬́̊͐̈̊̊͒̒͋͑͝P̵̛̼̬͎̝̻̩̀͒̿̈́̿̿̂̄̒̕͜͜͝L̴̡̙̰̗͍̖̘̘̤͙̲̆͒͆̉͊͊̀̄͗̓̎̀̓̑̑ͅE̵̛̥̺̗͙͂̒̊͂̑̀͘Á̷̡̛͖̘͎̠̗̱͔̞̥̩̈́̓͊̑̎̂̔͂̄̅͠S̴̛̛̙̦̍͆͋̚͜E̴͔̬͕̤̯̙͖͇̜̝̤͛͂͂̀̓̏̇̔̍͐̎̑͜͠!̷̧̛̬̼̞̹͉̱͉̂̈́͛̉̏̂̿̀̑͘͜ ̶̢̛̜̹̲̩̜̗̰̃͂͒̃̀͛͜P̷̢̧̟̰͙̬̜͍̠̗͇̘̩̰̋̈̓́́͋̒̔̏͑̽̕͜͝L̸̩̘̇͋̈́Ȩ̵͍͇͇̟͑́͊̃͌̒̌̃̈́A̷̰͚͇̝̞̬̳̬̮̮͝ͅS̷̝̋̕Ȩ̶̧͇̰͖̖̻̟̻̺̞̺͓̅͝!̴̡̛͕̣̣̰̥̹͖̎̍̿̈́́͆̔̐͘̚͜ ̶̢͈͚̲̜̳̒͗̋̉̊̋͐͒̊́̚̚̚P̶̢̛̞̹̼̖̲̦̹̥͍̱̺̠͐͆̀̔̉͌̑́̔́͌̕͜L̸̨͕̭͍̮̭̻̾́̄̒̈́̽̔̏̋̑͛E̶̲͕̓̒̈͒͌̈́̋̈́͋́̄̚̚A̴̧̢̛̹͙̘̭̬̾̇̂̈́͊͒͊̓̋̉̎̓S̵̼͕̘̬̜̔Ȩ̸̩̫̘͚̜̞̝̲̞͙̯͍̠͗́̉̾̓̾͛̇̀͜͠͠!̶͓̼̥̺̮͙̱͙̘̦̪͑̇̑̈̿ ̸̬̌͑ͅP̴̡̨̰͕̫̥͚̆̊̅̎̆̊̚̕͘͠L̴̮̯͎̗̯͎͎͓̠̺͈͈̩͑Ȅ̸̢̛͎͍̾͑͋̕Ą̷͖̫͇̩̋̇̇̆̃̎̈͘̕͝ͅŞ̴͉̰̰̦̜̺̗̤̻̩̯̱͔̒͜Ĕ̸̢̛̝̜̯͇̠̜̱̪̫̫̰̉̑̅̓̅̆͌̃!̸̢̘͑̄̀ ̵̡̢̦̩̬̥̳̙̭͉̭̮͊̓͛̈́͒̈́͌̈́̑̋̑̓ͅP̷̨͉̱̜͇̲͎͙͈̍̑͛̔̉͘L̵̢̢̻̮͇͈͖͙̞̝͉̞̙͋̿̍̍̉̈ͅE̶̳̒A̵͑ͅS̸̫͍̋͝͝E̸̻͖̲͙̻͎̯̭̼̳̺͐̃͗͆!̶̦̤̰͉̜̈́̈́̾́̾̄͛͂͊̀͒̕͘̚͝ ̵̞̣̬̥̱͇̌̓ͅṔ̸̢̡̣̬̖̙͍̪̈́͆̏͌̚͘͠Ļ̵̺̘͕̤͔̖͈̮̼̝͆E̴̮̠̤̤̗͉̜̻͎̱̻̰͍͌͋A̶̧̳̩̦̝̍S̶̡̡͚͔̭̥̼̫͕̫̖͍̱̠̈͗̀É̷̛̯̰̖̮͙͎̪̯͉̫̺̾̀̐̄̕̚͠!̶̢̡̢̨̧̪͍̣͎̞͍̞́̾ ̴̧̢̡̛̩̼͕̗̺͍̘̙̯͈̰̣͛͆̋̽̽̇̽̅̃̐̒̕̚͝Ṕ̵̧͍͇͈͓̫̤̬͚̯͍́͜͜͝͝L̸̛̼͒̃͆̃́͒̊̕͝Ě̸̡̧̧̢̢̟̖͇̺̲̪̙̰͑̍̌͗̒̿̂̾̅̋̚̚Ą̴̩̩̥̪̲̭̼͕͓͈̤̗̀̓̈́̓̈͜͜Ś̵̺̦̥̙̩̺̗͍̬̼͖̒̿͂͝Ĕ̶͙͉̺̎͜͝!̸̞̟̗̦̂͌̋̽͗̾̽ ̴̧̢̡̛̩̼͕̗̺͍̘̙̯͈̰̣͛͆̋̽̽̇̽̅̃̐̒̕̚͝Ṕ̵̧͍͇͈͓̫̤̬͚̯͍́͜͜͝͝L̸̛̼͒̃͆̃́͒̊̕͝Ě̸̡̧̧̢̢̟̖͇̺̲̪̙̰͑̍̌͗̒̿̂̾̅̋̚̚Ą̴̩̩̥̪̲̭̼͕͓͈̤̗̀̓̈́̓̈͜͜Ś̵̺̦̥̙̩̺̗͍̬̼͖̒̿͂͝Ĕ̶͙͉̺̎͜͝!̸̞̟̗̦̂͌̋̽͗̾̽"
GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU DERANGED WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Memory playing....
27 stab wounds were found on Margaret Sane's body. It is concluded that the kidnapper lost all sense of self, and because the child denied her "love," Jane Doe killed the child, repeatedly screaming "Why don't you love me?" all 27 times she stabbed the poor child.
Arthur Sane was found killed while trying to intervene with Jane Doe's attempt to kidnap his daughter. He was found stabbed in the neck three times.
Alysa Sane was found unconscious in Jane Doe's previously deceased child's room. She was taken to the hospital and was quickly treated for stab wounds in the neck and a cut across her face.
Jane Doe was found dead alongside Margaret Sane's body after being stabbed in the neck following Alysa's and her confrontation. It is assumed that the weapon was countered with the bed sheets, and Jane was struck by the lamp as a blunt weapon. Alysa was able to take Jane's weapon and stab her before her injuries got the better of her.
Jane then followed Margaret to the forest with an open neck wound. After capturing her, she continuously stabbed her until she died due to blood loss.
Memory End...
I see... That's what you are...
What do you want me to say to her Arthur?
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I see...
It shall be done...
This story is ruined...
So I'm here to fix it...
No matter how vile...
Or how cruel...
My actions are...
It is all for the greater good... Of Fiction... For the stories...
(Jane) "GAH!" Karito holds her by the neck and continues to drag her across the hallway "W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
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(Jane) "N-NO! DON'T PUT ME BACK!"
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(Jane) "P-PLEASE! I'M SORRY!!!"
My hands glitch and contort, using my hacking powers on Jane.
(Dark Jane) "NO! NO! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU!"
You have a role to play in this Level, Jane...
(Dark Jane) "HELP ME!!!! READER, PLEASE STOP HIM! SAVE ME! PLEASE!"
You cannot forsaken the responsibility given to you as an important entity in this level.
(Dark Jane) "READER! PLEASE!! DO SOMETHING HELP ME!!!!!!!!"
Room 315...
I threw Jane onto the hospital bed, causing her to yelp in pain. I used my magnetism to move many of the sharp hazards inside room 315, not allowing Jane a chance of escape in this room unless she risked getting stabbed over and over again, while also risking infection from Burning Pain. The curtains around the bed surrounded Jane as if a barrier was forming. She screamed in horror and pain.
And all I had... was a face with no emotions on it.
(Dark Jane) "YOU FUCKING MONSTER! YOU CALL YOURSELF A HERO?! YOU ANYTHING BUT THAT! YOU'RE A VILLAIN, A HEARTLESS BASTARD! A MONSTER! A CRUEL, SELFISH BASTARD THAT DOESN'T DESERVE TO LIVE!"
(Karito) "I have a message from Arthur..."
(Dark Jane) She gasped
(Karito) His voice contorts as if two people where speaking "What did you expect to happen, Jane? You think I was just going to let you do that to her? That I wouldn't stop you after the amount of torment we went through, just because you wanted to be a "mother"? You better get comfortable here. It'll be a freezing day in hell before you find a way to get out of this wretched place. Never forget — you caused this, and now you won't ever be able to escape from it. Permanently stuck in a loop of life and death, forever reliving the moment that you took her away from me. From us. Forever rotting in hell while you watch my baby ascend into heaven, you harlot bastard." His voice returns to normal "That was something, wasn't it?"
(Dark Jane) "N-No! NO! I'M SORRY! PLEASE! FORGIVE ME! GUARDIAN! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I'M SORRY! I'M IN THE WRONG! PLEASE! I'M SORRY!"
(Karito) "Goodbye, Jane." Starts walking away.
(Dark Jane) Her voice breaks "K-Karito?" She completely loses her mind "KARITOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I HATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Congratulations, you've helped the author of this Backroom's level! Their story has return to normal in the real worlds Backrooms Wiki!
You have unlocked the next level!
Good luck, Guardian!
Burn in hell...
Suffer in hell
Rot in hell... Jane.
I'm not a hero... I'm a Guardian... And what I have to do... isn't very nice...
To be continued...