[ You gave him SUCH HOPE FOR THE BIGGEST BARGAIN OF HIS LIFE AND YOU DO THIS TO HIM. His face is frozen in permanent :O surprise and shock now. I can('t) believe you've done this. I'm just gonna give this to you rather than make you fight this guy he's literally just some old seedy-ass man living in Hole, he's got nothing going on for him.
I GUESS YOU MAY... LOOT. There's a lot of bullshit in here, but aside from the box of smoke hew as perusing through, there is a second box under his desk labeled XXXX-XX-XX HOSPITAL in messy ink. The date is unclear if only because there's no definite year of Dorohedoro, but it is dated from ten years ago. ]
[ Joonghyuk goes quiet as he looks at the severed head. The shopkeeper wasn’t Super annoying, so he thinks this could have been avoided. There is a tinge of remorse.
And it passes. This dude had healing magic in a bottle and there’s no way Joonghyuk was going to give up his comfort sword for it.
Joonghyuk is going to carefully pocket some useful smoke. Give me whatever is useful and a shitposty one he accidentally takes, but he is definitely taking the healing vial. Are there any extra weapons?
[1] vial labeled 'EXPLOSIVE' [1] vial of reptilian transformation magic with this person on it [1] vial of a mystery vial labeled "?" because SOMEONE apparently is bad at keeping inventory [1] vial of white, A-grade healing smoke
You may have a sawed-off shotgun that this man kept behind the counter. It only has two shots.
The hospital box seems to have a couple of things. Some kind of medical bandage kit that simply just says 'PULL THE STRING', a couple of miscellaneous notebooks, an extremely dirty and old baseball cap with an emblem of a magic 8-ball on the front, and then at the very bottom, a medical report. Read it? You feel drawn to it. ]
[ Joonghyuk may read the medical records. He reads the following:
Patient Name: Kim Dokja DOB: ████-██-██
███████ ████████ ██ ███pital immediately following an incident where ███ ███████ ████ ████ ███ Lake of Refuse in a ████-sacrificial attempt. Severe corrosion present ██████████ ███ ████, eating through sev████ ██████ ██ ████. ████ ███ ingested, ███████ major corrosion and rapid degradation of ████████ ██████. Organ failure imminent. Total cessation of bodily systems imminent. There is no chance for survival salvation. Better me than anyone else.
███████ ██ recovered, but something has been ████████ █ ███ ███ ██████ out the window ███ █████ ████ ███ ██ ████ ██ if I was looking ██ someone else█ The ████████ from the Lake of Refuse ████ ██████ ████████████ ███ ██ ██ ███ ██ be ██████████ ██ ███████ █████
████-██-██ Autopsy Report
███████ ███ ████ █████ murdered█ ████ ███ █████ ████ █████ ██ █ █████ leading to the Lake of Refuse. Body was not recovered.
Appendix ████ ██ ██ ██████ New Sce█████
█O █HERE LAKE ██ REMEM███ WHAT YOU█VE ████ ? ████ ███ TRUTH ███ LAKE ██ THE RAIN REWIND BACK ██ ████ ███ LAKE ██ ██████ IS HOLE ██ CORPSES ███ ANSWER THE █████ NEBULA LOOKS FORWARD TO ███ REUNION ██ ███ ██████
Once he does so, the lightbulb above him suddenly shatters, leaving him in darkness. Outside, he hears rainfall. It's somewhat light still, but in the way that clearly suggests the rain is about to get much... much heavier. He will also feel illness and nausea building in his gut, a faint dizziness in his head, dull pain behind his eyes. ]
[ He dislikes this immensely, but he pushes down the negative emotions as best as he can. In the end, this is just a trip filled with tricks and illusions, but still—it speaks some truths. It brings up some bad memories. The record will be abandoned and he can’t look at the books without a light source…
Actually, the nausea helps him stay distracted. There’s confusion and frustration—why is he feeling this way? He doesn’t quickly make the connection it may be because of the rain, so he tries to leave the pawn shop with the shotgun I guess.
Will he even be able to move? He wants to see the empty lot?? From earlier. That was the other option, right? ]
[ He will be able to move, but it's pretty much exactly like trying to go about your day while you're feeling the beginnings of a migraine. Joonghyuk steps outside and finds that the scenery has distorted, yet again. As the rain falls, black sludge washes down the streets, everything turned dim and dark. Before him, his vision distorts, buildings twisting and turning...
He can't seem to focus on looking too far. He can go head towards the empty lot if he wants to, sure, but he hears low growling in the distance and the sound of things dragging across the ground. ]
[ He comes to the empty lot, and... well, it's exactly what it sounds like. It's a wide lot, and something used to be here. Something that was important to you, but you can't remember what it was. How long ago was it? What was it? Who was there?
It's lost, though. And whoever else remembers it, you don't know them anymore. You abandoned them, and you don't remember who they were. You forgot on purpose.
Behind him, the growling continues, and through the dim he can only see them as silhouettes for now, but he realises they're... people-shaped. Hmm? ]
[ … That’s strange to him since he always remembers. He’s so used to everyone around him forgetting—that the world changes around him and he’s the only person left to recall the events that would happen.
This is a strange feeling, one that needles him. Why forget? Is it because… The memories didn’t matter anymore?
These thoughts are ridiculous, so he pushes on. He also ignores the silhouettes.
Is the sludge or the water or whatever it’s raining gathering anywhere? He’s basically going to look for this lake if it exists… However, he will choose an awning of an abandoned building to shelter from the rain for a moment. ]
[ He can't remember why he forgot, why he's forgetting. But it will weigh on him like a dark cloud, uneasy.
He can't remember the reason why. It's because you don't want to remember.
He can have his little rest, and learn that being out of the rain does help him feel a bit better, but as the rain gets worse and worse, he feels it won't help him for long. The sludge just keeps getting washed away, but he can see that it is coming from somewhere.
A black, rectangular figure. Saves you time by telling you it's a door near the empty lot. ]
His gaze follows the sludge, finding that it comes from somewhere—was this door here before? Whatever can save him from this rain and the invasive thoughts, he’s going for it despite the wariness of the source. Sludge is… Not normal.
Sluggishly, he beelines straight to it, avoiding stepping on any of the sludge, and opens the door.
What is in here? DARKNESS? More sludge? His head hurts so much?? ]
[ He can't see anything in the door itself. It is extremely rusted and plain, the hinges left swinging open. Blood litters the floor around it, and the sludge is seemingly dripping from the door out onto the streets.
Joonghyuk will know that this is where he should go, but it's less because he wants to and more because it feels like he must.
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I GUESS YOU MAY... LOOT. There's a lot of bullshit in here, but aside from the box of smoke hew as perusing through, there is a second box under his desk labeled XXXX-XX-XX HOSPITAL in messy ink. The date is unclear if only because there's no definite year of Dorohedoro, but it is dated from ten years ago. ]
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And it passes. This dude had healing magic in a bottle and there’s no way Joonghyuk was going to give up his comfort sword for it.
Joonghyuk is going to carefully pocket some useful smoke. Give me whatever is useful and a shitposty one he accidentally takes, but he is definitely taking the healing vial. Are there any extra weapons?
The second box labeled Hospital.
He
Opens it?
What is in here? ]
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[1] vial of reptilian transformation magic with this person on it
[1] vial of a mystery vial labeled "?" because SOMEONE apparently is bad at keeping inventory
[1] vial of white, A-grade healing smoke
You may have a sawed-off shotgun that this man kept behind the counter. It only has two shots.
The hospital box seems to have a couple of things. Some kind of medical bandage kit that simply just says 'PULL THE STRING', a couple of miscellaneous notebooks, an extremely dirty and old baseball cap with an emblem of a magic 8-ball on the front, and then at the very bottom, a medical report. Read it? You feel drawn to it. ]
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He goes for the medical record first. Other books can wait. What does it say? ]
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Once he does so, the lightbulb above him suddenly shatters, leaving him in darkness. Outside, he hears rainfall. It's somewhat light still, but in the way that clearly suggests the rain is about to get much... much heavier. He will also feel illness and nausea building in his gut, a faint dizziness in his head, dull pain behind his eyes. ]
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Actually, the nausea helps him stay distracted. There’s confusion and frustration—why is he feeling this way? He doesn’t quickly make the connection it may be because of the rain, so he tries to leave the pawn shop with the shotgun I guess.
Will he even be able to move? He wants to see the empty lot?? From earlier. That was the other option, right? ]
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He can't seem to focus on looking too far. He can go head towards the empty lot if he wants to, sure, but he hears low growling in the distance and the sound of things dragging across the ground. ]
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If he turns to the direction of those sounds, will he be able to see the source? Rather than using the shotgun, he reaches for his sword again. ]
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It's lost, though. And whoever else remembers it, you don't know them anymore. You abandoned them, and you don't remember who they were. You forgot on purpose.
Behind him, the growling continues, and through the dim he can only see them as silhouettes for now, but he realises they're... people-shaped. Hmm? ]
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This is a strange feeling, one that needles him. Why forget? Is it because… The memories didn’t matter anymore?
These thoughts are ridiculous, so he pushes on. He also ignores the silhouettes.
Is the sludge or the water or whatever it’s raining gathering anywhere? He’s basically going to look for this lake if it exists… However, he will choose an awning of an abandoned building to shelter from the rain for a moment. ]
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He can't remember the reason why.
It's because you don't want to remember.
He can have his little rest, and learn that being out of the rain does help him feel a bit better, but as the rain gets worse and worse, he feels it won't help him for long. The sludge just keeps getting washed away, but he can see that it is coming from somewhere.
A black, rectangular figure. Saves you time by telling you it's a door near the empty lot. ]
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His gaze follows the sludge, finding that it comes from somewhere—was this door here before? Whatever can save him from this rain and the invasive thoughts, he’s going for it despite the wariness of the source. Sludge is… Not normal.
Sluggishly, he beelines straight to it, avoiding stepping on any of the sludge, and opens the door.
What is in here? DARKNESS? More sludge? His head hurts so much?? ]
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Joonghyuk will know that this is where he should go, but it's less because he wants to and more because it feels like he must.
Enter the Department Store? ]