[The feeling in the room is somewhat stifling, but not in eeriness or maliciousness. It seems to reflect the heaviness of Aikawa's exhaustion in the way that it rests across his shoulders like a lead cape, weighing him down.
The other side of the paper is blank, and it remains blank. However, a voice speaks up from underneath the desk.]
This world isn't your own. But do you have one to call 'yours'?
[The soldiers crammed under there still seem knocked out cold, if he looks. Their faces and mouths don't move along with the words, even though that's certainly where the source of the voice is coming from.]
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The other side of the paper is blank, and it remains blank. However, a voice speaks up from underneath the desk.]
This world isn't your own. But do you have one to call 'yours'?
[The soldiers crammed under there still seem knocked out cold, if he looks. Their faces and mouths don't move along with the words, even though that's certainly where the source of the voice is coming from.]