Ghoulie-Den Archive

The Vtuber Lore of Archknight and Yuki Mirahiru [Past and Present]

[-Data Entry 12 – The Servant of Chaos –]

[Archivist Records – Authorized Access Only]

[-SUBJECT OF RESEARCH-]: The Archivist, and how he traded masters between the Director and the Director's Director, how he came to join the Chaos Gumi and why his role is entirely shrouded in classified reports, obfuscation and intrigue.

[-SCOPE OF RESEARCH-]: To provide any authorized information and collected reports of the Mysterious Archivist, and to provide insight to faithful readers who may have a passing interest in more of The Director's past life in the rough and tumble life of Mechacropolis.

[-Confirm Access] y/n? Y

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Who am I? My name, as given to me by Master Archknight of the Omega Syndicate in YOE 40516, is “That Guy”. Master Archknight, or as my subordinates within The Archive call him “The Director” has always had a terrible naming sense.

I was given the name “That Guy”, and I have stuck with it, because at the time I was a wanted subspecies within the city of Mechacropolis and had to hide my identity. Though his naming sense is awful, Master Archknight has always had a knack for finding and befriending those that society would call, “undesirable”. That is not to say, however that all the people Master Archknight comes in to contact with are layabouts and vagabonds, but more as to say he can see the hidden potential in almost anyone.

That is especially present in his choice of life partn- well, more like “Undead” life partner. At the risk of being ejected out the airlock by Lady Yuki, I will refrain from expounding too much on my thoughts of her. Though the majority of our newfound allies in Chaos and those surrounding the Chaos Gumi find her endearing......it cannot be said that I feel the same.

But that's beside the point, isn't it? You didn't come here to hear an old man ramble, now did you? And yes, I do mean to prattle on about much of nothing, as I am using the text to speech option on the terminal that The Archive, and by extension our association with The Chaos Gumi, has afforded me.

Why am I using text-to-speech? Well, does not everyone here use TTS in some respect? Again, I find myself diverting and espousing on nonsense.

Where do I come from? Do you really want to know such things?

Fine then, before I chased down Lady Yuki as she stole away my Master from our organization – I was a wanted criminal. Or at least, the Emperor would have you believe that.

In reality, I was a lad of [redacted] when I was found by the Imperial Police mid-rescue of some enslaved “sub mutants” of which Master Archknight himself is a part of within the empire. Assistance of “subspecies” was punishable by raid laser incision of the neck, colloquially known as “We're going to zap this laser across a table, slowly and painfully until we reach your neck and then cut it off.” But I didn't give a damn, and under Master Archknight and Lady Yuki, I've learned that giving a damn about someone getting after you for doing the right thing is a thing for “normies”.

So, I then found myself within the Empire's most dangerous weapon – the hallucination chamber. What is the hallucination chamber, you might ask? A hell hole. That's what.

Here I was, a lad of [redacted for scary legal reasons] being held in this multi-paneled room covered in screens. On the screens were warped images of my loved ones, whilst they blasted suggestive and very negative thoughts through speakers inlaid behind the screen. “I am a criminal.” “I am no better than a dog.”, etc. Basically, the intent here was to make the accused THINK they are in the wrong, and to break them down until they hallucinate that their loved ones think these thing about them, and they give in. Very spooky stuff.

For days, I laid in the corner whilst screens above and below drilled these falsehoods into my head. Then, a man in a long black coat entered the room with a guard. “That guy. Yeah, that guy there is with me, Jack.” he said, before lifting me up and slipping the guard a few million credits like he was paying for a meal.

This confident, self-assured and slick businessman was my future employer... Master Archknight Project Trial 23, later Mirahiru by marriage and “Arch” for brevity.

Later into my employment with Master Arch, I found that his self-confidence was a facade. Though, somehow seeing Master Arch quiver with anxiety made his inhumane actions within the Syndicate seem almost reasonable.

Under his command, I assembled the Infrastructure and Logistics wings of The Omega Syndicate. Headed up by his beautiful secretaries, each a specialist within their regions, their work led to the foundation of the Syndicate's finances.

It continued this way for a few years until the year 40519 when Lady Yuki arrived in Syndicate Airspace. (Yes, we moved quickly in those days and YES we owned the literal sky above our facilities.) Recalling in its entirety, I believe it was Harumin of the Shizuan Sector who identified a terrifying lullaby being sung from an enormous black cloud that descended upon Master Archknight's quarters after he'd taken in some street kids for the expansion of our rackete- I mean, “Rent Allocation” businesses. We would later discover that night, that the two boys brought in were actually each members of the Royalists Guild who served to preserve the Emperor's Rule against our ...less than above board business dealings.

Thanks to Lady Yuki's intervention, we were down one leader and gained two King's Heads. Harumin quickly came from her desk in the Inner Tower and notified me that, “Some Shizuan Lady clad all in black scooped up Leader-san.” Lady Yuki has the same tendency to use these strange word endings, but in this moment it seemed particularly disconcerting. “Then, where is said 'Shizuan Lady'.” I at last asked, my bewilderment obvious on my face. “Yes...about that, Guy-san.....they're headed toward some kind of anomaly that has localized itself in Syndicate Airspace above our complex. ” Harumin said, continuing with the word endings I so despised. “Right, well..shall we chase it?” “Unfortunately sir, Imperial troops swooped in to seize the flying Shizuan....but they have disappeared.” Harumin said, looking down dejectedly. “So...can we do anything about it?” I asked, knowing what we COULD do, but not knowing if Harumin as head of the Safety Division would allow it. “Hm...we anticipated you'd ask Guy. So we scrambled all available squadrons to intercept...cloaked within the Imperial reinforcements of course.” At this, Harumin let slip a devious smile. She'd always enjoyed when we got one up on those damn Royalist scum.

Thus, I joined our covert fleet and eventually followed them to an unconquered world....a world you know, as Earth. But we in Andromeda know as...The Last Terra. Anyway, I've spoken too much, and the rest of this story is basically just that our regiments docked with the Despair...and here we are.

A middle-aged man, talking into a terminal aboard this Flying Dutchman of a Research vessel. What new wonders we will see, and what chaos we shall sow here on Earth with the help of Master Arch and Lady Chaos herself...is an open study. We hope you will continue to read further entries in this long epoch, as we expand and explain both the past and the present of our journey into Chaotic Expansion.

  • The Archivist

[-Report 12 Completed? – ]

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ARESRR &|

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cat Final_Warning.txt

Dear Researcher,

By submitting an ARESRR, (Advanced Research Equipment Supply Requistiion Request) you acknowledge that this equipment is only to be used for Advanced Research, outside the scope of traditional Archive business and is only to be used when requested by entities known by the Archive as “Ghoulies”, as needed by the Head Archivist, code named “Archivist”, or by Director Mirahiru and Director's Director Mirahiru.

All liabilities are the responsibility of the Researcher using this software/equipment. The Archive, Chaos Foundries, The Chaos Gumi and the entirety of the Omegian Imperial Science Division are not responsible for any dismemberment, schizophrenic outbursts, spontaneous combustion, retcon-itis, 4th wall breaks, speaking of tongues, demonic possession, rips in the fabric of Terran or Omegian space and time, resurrection of a demon lord, or the return of any and all chaotic, manifestations of the unknowable Void.

These apparatuses are held tightly by The Archive and their respective parent companies for a reason, and are not to be used lightly unless used lightly by those with enormous death wishes, literally Yuki Mirahiru, or those who capitulate to said beings of chaos, namely Director Archknight Mirahiru.

Do you understand, mortal?

[Y/N/I'm Scared}: Y

sudo vim Data Fragment_2.txt

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[-Data Fragment 02-]

[-Priority – Classified-]

[-SCOPE OF FRAGMENT-]: As requested by the Ghoulies, Director Mirahiru, Director's Director Yuki Mirahiru and the Archivist. This fragment is what was recoverable using a new piece of equipment within the ARESRR section of The Archive. The Archivist has left our team with the responsibility (read, liability) of a new device that will allow us to transcribe the “dates” of Director Archknight, and his wife for further research. However, this is merely a fragment due to the risk involved. Please observe below as we attempt to perform our first “Dream Print” here in the Archive.

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Director Mirahiru and his wife are fidgeting within the “Dream Chamber”, that the research intern had led them to. However, as was common with Director Mirahiru and her Majesty Yuki Mirahiru, they steeled themselves to be the subject of this project for the advancement of The Archive's capabilities, and because the Ghoulies had show interest.

“S-so, Yuki dear...do we know if this is safe?” The Director said finally, slicing the darkness as they did as instructed and laid together on the finely ornamented bed which was the sole source of refuge within this chamber. Yuki, the Director's wife and his muse of mischief seemed to falter a bit, but soon shrugged and pulled him into bed with her. “H̶e̵h̵e̷h̸e̶h̵,̷ ̵w̷e̶l̸l̸ ̶i̶t̶'̷s̷ ̸s̷o̴m̴e̶t̵h̷i̷n̶g̵ ̴f̴u̷n̴ ̵i̸s̵n̸'̴t̶ ̷i̷t̴ ̴D̸a̸r̷l̴i̷n̶g̸?̶ ̵P̸l̶u̵s̴,̴ ̷i̵t̶'̶l̵l̷ ̸b̸e̶ ̷c̷h̷a̴o̴t̴i̸c̵ ̴f̵o̵r̵ ̶p̷e̶o̵p̵l̴e̵ ̴t̶o̵ ̸s̵e̷e̴ ̴o̵u̵r̴ ̶l̴i̷t̴t̷l̶e̶ ̷d̵a̷t̵e̷s̶,̸ ̷e̷h̸?̶ ̴>̶;̷3̶”. The Director, as had come to be known within The Chaos Gumi and here at The Archive, easily relented when his wife pushed him to try things her way.

To his credit, the fact that he was able to resist dying on the spot when faced with the aura created by Yuki Mirahiru, his wife and a former reaper of souls, spoke to his ability to charm Lady Death.

Now though, it appears that they've resolved themselves and are now in bed together. A loud voice over the intercom, the raspy but assertive voice of The Head Archivist, rang out within the confines of their prepared chamber.

“Director, and Director's Director Mirahiru, this procedure is truly chaotic. However, chaos sleeps for no one. Knowing this, do you consent in allowing we here at The Archive and the Ghoulies who will read this report to have a play-by-play of this event?” The director and his wife nodded, not feeling the desire to let go of each other as they began to naturally nod off to sleep.

At this, the Archivist who stood beside me behind double-sided glass nodded excitedly. The Archivist themself is what Earthlings might call a, “Research Fanatic”.

It was part of why during the founding of the Chaos Gumi and the first formation of The Archive, Director's Director Yuki had presented Director Archknight with The Archivist's resume and he had been placed in charge of the The Archive, on the condition that he channel that research towards advancing Chaos and recording the events of The Mirahiru Family's story. And that's w- [Sequence Begun, subjects have entered REM Cycle Sleep] ////////////////////////////////////// [Synchronizing with subjects natural mental bridge.] ////////complete.

[Man-in-Middle Image Stabilization Complete]

[RENDER MODE- START!]

“W-where...?” I said, my eyes adjusting to the light as I found myself in Yuki and I's bedchambers. But....something seemed off. “H-honey? Did something happen during the test?” I called out in the dark, not sure where Yuki was. If we truly had gone to sleep together, then another thought began to manifest within my brain groggily. “Y-yuki, are we on a date right now?”

A giggle, which began as Yuki's normal adorably terrifying laugh began to seemingly come from all around me. “H̵e̶h̸e̸h̴e̵h̴e̸h̸e̴h̶e̷h̷e̶h̵h̵e̴h̵e̵h̶e̶h̵e̶h̶e̴h̷e̷h̵h̷e̷h̷e̴h̷,̵ ̸m̵y̸ ̸p̵e̸r̸c̶e̵p̴t̸i̵v̴e̶ ̸l̵i̵t̸t̸l̵e̵ ̵D̴a̶r̶l̵i̸n̶g̶ ̵F̴o̸x̸ ̸H̵u̵s̸b̸a̸n̶d̴.̶ ̴~̸<̶3̶” Yuki said sickly sweetly, as the walls around me began to shift and the airlock I had been staring at to see if and when she'd round the corner pushed forward to reveal bright lights.

Intense, bright lights shone through the widening gap behind the false walls and soon my eyes adjusted to see what chaos Yuki truly had planned for us tonight.

“見て! ほら、ダーリン!〜ここはあなたを保つのにかわいい場所ではありませんか?” (Look! Look, Darling!~ Isn't this a cute place to keep you?) Yuki shouted, her voice much louder than usual. However, it confirmed one thing that I had hoped wasn't happening. “Y-yes dear, it's very cute. W...wait...is...is this a locket?” Yuki cackled once more, the movements of her nodding and jumping excitedly shaking the locket she'd been holding me in. “1̴0̴ ̵p̷o̶i̵n̶t̸s̸,̷ ̸D̴a̸r̴l̷i̵n̸g̵!̸~̵≮3̵ ̶S̶o̸ ̵s̸m̵a̶r̶t̸ ̶o̵n̸ ̷d̸a̴t̸e̶s̴,̷ ̸a̴n̸d̵ ̷s̴o̶ ̴d̶e̷l̶i̵c̷i̴o̴u̵s̶l̵y̴ ̸a̵f̷r̶a̷i̸d̸.̴ ̸~̵ ̷I̶ ̸l̴o̴v̶e̵ ̶y̶o̵u̵,̷ ̵D̸a̴r̴l̷i̵n̶g̸.̶ ̷” I shivered with fear at the sudden jostling and the extreme difference in size, but as I rationalized her choice in venue...that fear became good chaos. A wave of happiness and semi-chaotic love flowed over me.

“Hehe, I love you too Yuki, my dearest Muse of Mischief. So, what's on the agenda today?” I said, smiling now despite the fear of what was to come. Slowly, she lifted me from the locket, which as her uberly oversized hand reached in and pulled me out I realized that the room I'd been kept in sat on her bosom. Noticing my oogling, Yuki winked and threw me into the air. “WHAAA?!” I screamed unconciously, “A̸w̸w̸w̵,̶ ̷a̸r̷e̴ ̴y̷o̸u̷ ̴s̵c̵a̴r̵e̵d̴ ̴D̶a̴r̷l̶i̴n̶g̴?̸ ̷Y̷o̴u̶'̸v̵e̵ ̷g̶o̷t̶ ̴a̷ ̸f̴i̸f̷t̷y̷-̸f̵i̴f̶t̵y̷ ̷c̴h̸a̵n̴c̸e̴ ̸o̷f̴ ̴d̸y̴i̶n̷g̶,̶ ̴b̵u̵t̸ ̶I̴ ̴b̴e̴l̷i̴e̸v̶e̶ ̶i̶n̵ ̶y̷o̵u̴.̵ ̵>̴;̷3̵” Free-falling through the air, I began to struggle, attempting to readjust myself to the relative safety of Yuki's chest but....my heart sank.

In the split second before making contact with her chest, Yuki did the unthinkable. “Cheater!” I managed to get out, as Yuki ducked down and opened her maw widely before moving herself so that I was destined for a watery grave. Somehow hearing my thoughts as I slipped down her throat, she tilted her head. “D̷a̸r̶l̷i̸n̴g̶,̵ ̷t̸h̶a̴t̵'̷s̵ ̷c̷a̴l̸l̷e̴d̷ ̵b̴e̸i̸n̴g̵ ̷s̴u̸p̶e̶r̸n̵a̷t̸u̴r̸a̷l̴l̸y̸ ̶h̶y̶d̸r̵a̸t̶e̵d̵.̵” she said, slightly offended as we both shot awake.

“W-well, it didn't feel THAT bad.” Hearing me back to normal, Yuki smiled. “W̷a̸n̸n̶a̴ ̵g̶o̵ ̷a̵g̵a̶i̸n̴,̵ ̶D̶a̵r̴l̸i̶n̶g̷?̴ ̸>̵;̵3̵” I mused, as we exited the chamber to our actual bedchambers. “As long as you don't cheat again.” Yuki blushed as we were allowed to finish testing for tonight and we reached our room.

[-END OF TESTING-]

[-Fragment 02 completed-]

[-Data Entry 11 – The Realm of Souls and The Prison of Chaos –]

[-SUBJECT OF RESEARCH-]: The Director's Director, Lady Mirahiru and the story of her goings on prior to procuring Lord Mirahiru from without the confines of Earth.

[-SCOPE OF RESEARCH-] : To expound upon a matter of recent interest of The Director and of The Director's Director recent recollection. Prior to her ascendance as The Director's Muse of Chaos, and Queen of Darkness, she was but a reanimated soul given a task by an evil God (Kami) and one who was exceptionally adept at her toil. What terrors then, did she exact on those poor souls who fell within her domain? This report hopes to detail them for our dear readers.

[-NOTE FROM THE DESK OF THE DIRECTOR AND THE DIRECTOR'S DIRECTOR-]: H̴e̶h̷e̵h̸e̷h̵h̶e̷,̷ ̵w̶e̷'̵r̶e̸ ̷B̷A̸C̴K̸ ̶I̸N̵ ̵T̴H̶E̸ ̶A̶R̶C̵H̶I̷V̶E̵!̸~̷<̶3̴ ̶Y-yes, yes we are, my dear. As the last few entries seemed to be a bit too focused on m-A̸ ̷b̷i̸t̷ ̸t̸o̸o̸ ̸m̷u̵c̴h̸ ̵o̷f̵ ̵t̵h̸e̶ ̵s̵p̶a̵c̸e̴-̵y̴ ̸s̴t̸u̴f̶f̶,̶ ̶D̸a̷r̵l̷i̶n̶g̷.̸ ̶S̸o̸,̵ ̵I̸ ̷”̶c̴o̸n̷v̷i̵n̴c̵e̵d̵”̴ ̶D̵a̶r̴l̵i̴n̷g̷ ̸t̵o̶ ̶l̶e̸t̴ ̵u̶s̷ ̶t̴a̸l̸k̵ ̶a̶b̶o̵u̴t̸ ̵t̶h̸e̸ ̴F̴U̴N̵ ̷s̴t̶u̵f̸f̴ ̴w̶i̸t̸h̷ ̴t̶h̸e̷ ̵A̸r̵c̴h̶i̶v̴i̸s̶t̵.̶ Heh, yes..the “fun stuff” Yuki means are the stuff she did as a Reaper. Y̵U̴P̸!̵~̸ ̷A̶h̷,̵ ̷r̷i̶p̵p̵i̶n̵g̵ ̶t̸r̵a̵u̶m̵a̶ ̶o̵u̷t̶ ̵o̵f̶ ̸u̸n̵s̷u̸s̷p̷e̵c̶t̴i̷n̷g̸ ̴d̸a̷m̴n̸e̷d̸ ̴s̴o̷u̸l̶s̸ ̵a̸n̷d̵ ̷c̴r̷a̵f̴t̸i̸n̸g̸ ̵s̴o̷ ̵m̸a̵n̴y̴ ̴p̸u̸n̵i̵s̶h̶m̶e̴n̷t̴s̶.̴ ̴≯;̸3̷ Yuki begins to salivate and breath heavily ....A-anyway, as Yuki is VERY convincing we have decided to request the Archivist to detail from Yuki's memory, the day she ascended from Reaper to Queen of Chaos, Mischief and Despair. ~

[Editor's Note]: With that, dear readers...let us detail from Lady Mirahiru's Memory Extraction #0666.

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[-Entry 11 – Just how what are you?–]

K̸a̴m̷i̶-̵s̷a̴n̷ ̷w̸a̶s̷ ̴n̵o̶t̵ ̷a̶ ̴n̸i̸c̸e̵ ̵m̵a̷n̸.̷ ̶ ̶W̶e̶l̴l̷,̴ ̴t̴o̸ ̴b̴e̷ ̸f̸a̸i̴r̸ ̴K̷a̵m̵i̶-̴s̶a̴n̵ ̶w̸a̵s̸n̸'̵t̸ ̴a̵ ̵m̷a̴n̷.̸ ̸K̶a̶m̴i̶-̷s̴a̶n̵ ̵w̴a̵s̵ ̴m̶y̵ ̷b̵o̷s̶s̵,̴ ̶m̴y̴ ̶r̵e̸-̸a̸n̴i̴m̶a̷t̸o̷r̸.̸ ̴B̷u̷t̷ ̸w̸h̸o̵ ̷h̶e̶ ̵r̸e̶a̷l̸l̶y̷ ̷w̶a̸s̴,̶ ̴w̵a̷s̷ ̶a̵n̷ ̶e̷v̶i̵l̸ ̵G̸o̷d̶.̶ ̵ ̶ ̵ ̸”̸L̸i̷t̶t̷l̶e̶ ̷l̶o̷s̴t̸ ̷o̶n̸e̴,̶ ̴I̷ ̵w̷i̵l̴l̴ ̷r̶e̶s̸t̶o̸r̷e̷ ̷y̴o̵u̶r̶ ̸p̶a̶t̴c̷h̸w̸o̴r̴k̸ ̶s̴e̸l̵f̶ ̶i̴f̵ ̶y̶o̷u̵ ̶d̷o̸ ̶b̷u̴t̷ ̴o̴n̷e̷ ̷t̵h̴i̵n̷g̸ ̸f̷o̵r̸ ̴m̶e̶,̷”̴ ̶h̵e̴ ̸b̷e̸g̵a̵n̵ ̷a̴s̸ ̷h̸e̸ ̷w̵h̸i̴s̴p̶e̵r̵e̵d̴ ̵d̷a̵r̸k̵l̵y̸,̶ ̷a̵ ̸s̷i̴n̴i̶s̴t̵e̴r̸ ̶v̷o̶i̷c̶e̴ ̸c̶o̴a̵t̷e̸d̷ ̵i̴n̵ ̷t̶h̴e̴ ̷h̵o̶n̷e̴y̷e̶d̴ ̵b̴l̸o̷o̶d̷ ̶o̷f̸ ̷a̶ ̴m̷i̶l̸l̸i̷o̵n̷ ̷l̶o̷s̸t̴ ̶s̸o̴u̴l̸s̶.̴ ̷”̸I̷ ̸w̸a̵n̴t̵ ̸y̸o̵u̴,̸ ̷t̶o̵ ̶b̸r̸i̴n̴g̴ ̶m̵e̶ ̸t̴h̵e̶ ̸r̸e̴f̵o̶r̸m̶e̶d̵ ̴s̶o̴u̷l̸s̷ ̷o̴f̶ ̶t̴h̶e̷ ̸m̶o̴s̴t̸ ̶v̷i̴l̵e̸.̷ ̵Y̴o̶u̴r̴ ̵t̶a̷s̶k̷ ̸i̷s̵ ̶n̶o̸t̴ ̸e̶a̴s̴y̶,̸ ̸b̴u̶t̷ ̵i̸n̵ ̷e̷x̵c̵h̵a̸n̷g̸e̴ ̸I̵ ̷s̴h̴a̷l̸l̴ ̸g̸i̶v̵e̴ ̴y̶o̸u̶ ̵t̸h̷e̴ ̶p̸o̸w̶e̸r̷ ̸t̴o̷ ̴t̴r̶u̷l̴y̷ ̷w̵r̴e̵c̸k̷ ̷t̶h̵e̶i̴r̴ ̴v̴e̷r̴y̸ ̸b̴e̶i̴n̸g̸s̷.̷ ̶W̷i̴l̶l̸ ̶y̵o̵u̸ ̸d̵o̸ ̵i̵t̴,̵ ̶d̶e̸a̶r̶e̷s̸t̴ ̵d̴e̴p̵a̷r̸t̶e̶d̴ ̵K̴i̷t̷t̶e̶n̸?̷”̷ ̴H̴e̸r̶e̶ ̵h̷e̵ ̵m̸a̴d̵e̴ ̸s̸u̴r̴e̸ ̴t̴o̵ ̴a̶c̷c̴e̸n̷t̷u̸a̸t̷e̷ ̶h̴i̸s̶ ̴s̶i̴l̴e̴n̷t̸ ̵t̷a̸u̴n̸t̶ ̷o̶f̶ ̴t̸h̸e̴ ̷c̸o̴b̵b̵l̸e̷d̷ ̴p̸i̶e̷c̷e̴s̷ ̷o̴f̵ ̸w̸h̴a̵t̵ ̷w̸a̵s̴ ̸o̶n̴c̷e̶ ̶m̵y̸ ̴f̵o̷r̶m̸.̵ ̸I̷ ̵h̸a̷t̵e̷d̸ ̸i̸t̸,̴ ̴b̵u̷t̵ ̶w̵h̵a̵t̷ ̶c̴h̶o̴i̴c̵e̷ ̶d̵i̷d̷ ̵I̶ ̷h̴a̶v̵e̵?̵ ̵ ̸ ̶”̸.̵.̵.̴I̵t̶'̵s̸ ̶f̸u̸n̶n̸y̵,̴ ̵i̴t̵'̷s̴ ̵a̷l̸m̷o̴s̷t̴ ̸a̵s̸ ̸i̷f̶ ̸I̴ ̵h̸a̶v̴e̴ ̸c̶h̴o̵i̸c̴e̷.̴”̵ ̸I̸ ̶g̷a̷r̶b̶l̴e̵d̷,̵ ̷m̴y̶ ̸l̴i̵p̷s̴ ̸h̸a̸v̸i̵n̸g̷ ̸b̸e̸e̵n̸ ̵r̸i̵p̷p̶e̶d̶ ̴f̷r̷o̴m̵ ̷m̶y̸ ̴f̷a̸c̷e̶ ̵b̴u̸t̵ ̵m̵e̸r̶e̸ ̴m̵o̷m̵e̶n̴t̶s̴ ̵a̷g̸o̵.̴ ̶H̸e̷ ̶n̸o̴d̷d̸e̵d̶ ̸a̴t̴ ̶t̸h̶e̴ ̶s̵i̵g̸h̴t̴.̵ ̴T̴o̶ ̴h̵i̶m̴,̶ ̵i̶t̸ ̵m̴u̵s̷t̶ ̴h̶a̸v̷e̷ ̶b̷e̷e̵n̶ ̷h̷i̷l̴a̵r̴i̷o̶u̴s̷.̶ ̷A̷ ̴p̴r̴o̷u̶d̸ ̸w̷o̷m̷a̴n̵,̴ ̵a̴s̶ ̵I̷ ̷h̴a̸d̵ ̶b̷e̷e̴n̸,̷ ̵n̴o̷w̴ ̶f̴o̸r̵c̴e̵d̶ ̷t̶o̶ ̵o̷n̷l̵y̴ ̶s̴t̵a̴r̷e̴ ̶u̸p̴ ̴a̶t̵ ̸t̸h̸e̷ ̶d̶a̸r̶k̵ ̵h̸o̷o̷d̶e̵d̷ ̶v̷i̵s̷a̵g̶e̶ ̴o̶f̵ ̵a̵ ̷m̸a̵n̶ ̸a̵b̴o̶v̵e̶ ̵m̴e̵.̷ ̴”̶I̵'̶l̶l̴ ̵t̵a̴k̵e̴ ̸t̴h̴a̸t̸ ̸a̶s̵ ̷ ̴a̵ ̸'̷Y̴e̷s̷ ̵m̴i̸s̵t̵e̵r̴ ̵K̵a̵m̵i̸,̴ ̸I̵'̷l̸l̴ ̶b̶e̶ ̸a̴ ̸g̸o̴o̵d̵ ̷g̵i̸r̵l̶'̵,̶”̸ ̴h̶e̷ ̵r̴e̷p̶l̵i̷e̸d̷ ̸s̷n̶i̶d̵e̷l̸y̶,̶ ̴a̶n̵d̷ ̸c̵o̸n̸t̵i̴n̸u̴e̴d̴ ̷t̴o̸ ̵s̸p̴e̸a̴k̴ ̴a̶s̶ ̴h̵e̵ ̶r̷e̴a̴s̶s̴e̶m̴b̴l̶e̷d̶ ̶m̸y̷ ̵s̴h̶r̴e̴d̷d̶e̷d̴ ̷r̶e̴m̷a̶i̶n̷s̴.̷ ̸”̵N̵o̸w̷,̴ ̶m̴y̷ ̵p̶a̶t̴c̵h̸w̷o̸r̴k̶ ̵p̶r̵i̶n̵c̵e̶s̴s̷,̶ ̵r̸u̶d̴e̶ ̷a̸s̴ ̷y̸o̵u̶ ̴m̸a̵y̴ ̸b̵e̵ ̸-̸ ̷I̵ ̶w̴i̵l̷l̴ ̴o̶v̵e̵r̷l̶o̴o̸k̵ ̴i̷t̶ ̶f̴o̷r̵ ̶n̴o̴w̶.̷ ̶R̷i̸g̴h̷t̷ ̵n̴o̷w̶,̸ ̸I̸ ̸h̶a̸v̷e̵ ̷s̶o̴m̷e̸ ̸w̵o̴r̵k̶ ̴f̴o̸r̸ ̵a̵ ̷w̴r̴e̴t̷c̵h̶ ̴s̴u̶c̶h̵ ̵a̶s̸ ̴y̷o̶u̸.̵”̶ ̶h̷e̴ ̷s̸m̴i̶l̵e̷d̴,̶ ̵n̸o̴w̶ ̵a̴b̸l̵e̸ ̴t̸o̷ ̵s̸e̴e̴ ̵m̵e̶ ̵a̴t̴ ̶m̴y̴ ̴f̵u̸l̵l̴ ̷h̶e̴i̷g̴h̸t̴.̶ ̶ ̸ ̴”̶P̴r̴i̵n̶c̴e̵s̶s̷,̶ ̶h̷u̷h̸?̶”̸ ̵I̸ ̴s̷a̸i̶d̶,̶ ̴s̵o̶m̵e̷h̶o̶w̵ ̷s̵m̷i̸l̴i̷n̵g̶ ̸a̴s̵ ̸i̶f̵ ̸t̴o̵ ̴l̷a̵u̶g̷h̸ ̸a̶t̴ ̴t̵h̷e̸ ̶a̷b̷s̵u̵r̸d̸i̶t̸y̶ ̸o̶f̶ ̸t̵h̸i̷s̶ ̸n̵e̵w̸ ̴c̸o̵n̵t̶r̶a̵c̴t̵.̶ ̶H̵e̷r̴e̵,̴ ̴I̴ ̴t̶h̴o̵u̴g̴h̶t̵ ̸i̶n̵ ̷d̶e̸a̴t̷h̷ ̸I̷ ̴c̵o̷u̴l̸d̷ ̸f̶i̷n̶a̶l̵l̶y̶ ̷r̵e̴s̷t̵ ̵m̵y̸ ̶o̷b̷l̶i̴g̷a̴t̶i̴o̷n̸s̷ ̵a̸n̸d̸ ̵l̴e̴t̸ ̴l̸o̷o̸s̶e̷ ̶b̸u̸t̵ ̵h̸e̶r̷e̴ ̵I̶ ̵w̴a̷s̵.̸.̶.̷u̸n̴d̶e̵r̵ ̵a̵ ̵n̶e̶w̸ ̷m̵a̵n̶.̵ ̶T̷h̷o̵u̷g̵h̶,̸ ̴b̷e̴i̵n̷g̴ ̵o̶n̷e̵ ̵t̷r̷a̶i̸n̶e̸d̷ ̶i̶n̷ ̷c̸o̵m̸b̴a̶t̸,̸ ̴I̵ ̶k̸n̷e̶w̸ ̸a̸l̵l̴ ̶t̸o̵o̴ ̴w̵e̶l̴l̷ ̷I̷ ̸w̶o̴u̵l̷d̷ ̴b̷e̴ ̴u̷s̷e̷d̶ ̴a̶s̸ ̴a̸ ̸w̵e̸a̷p̸o̶n̸ ̸i̸n̴ ̵t̶h̸i̴s̵ ̴w̷o̷r̴l̶d̸ ̴a̸n̷d̷ ̶t̴h̶e̸ ̷n̴e̸x̷t̷.̴ ̷ ̷ ̷”̵Y̷e̶s̷,̸ ̷n̶o̴w̴ ̵b̴e̴f̸o̶r̵e̸ ̶y̸o̴u̸ ̶g̵e̸t̸ ̶a̵l̸l̸ ̸h̷i̸g̶h̴ ̶a̸n̷d̴ ̸m̷i̸g̵h̷t̶y̸ ̷l̴e̷t̸'̸s̸ ̸g̵e̵t̴ ̸y̵o̶u̵ ̶a̵ ̷w̸e̵a̵p̸o̵n̵.̶”̵ ̴A̵s̴ ̸h̸e̴ ̵f̴i̴n̷i̵s̴h̷e̶d̴ ̵t̵h̷i̵s̴ ̴s̴t̵a̷t̷e̴m̴e̵n̴t̶,̵ ̶i̵n̶ ̶t̴h̸e̷ ̸n̶e̴x̵t̶ ̷b̶r̶e̴a̸t̶h̵ ̸a̸ ̴l̷o̷n̷g̶,̷ ̵k̵a̷t̶a̴n̶a̷ ̵s̶h̸a̷p̵e̶d̸ ̶s̸h̷a̴d̸o̷w̸ ̴s̴e̶e̵m̴e̶d̸ ̶t̴o̴ ̵c̸u̴t̴ ̴t̸h̸r̶o̶u̶g̸h̵ ̴t̵i̶m̸e̶ ̴a̸n̴d̴ ̷s̴p̵a̷c̷e̸ ̴a̶n̶d̶ ̴a̸p̷p̸e̵a̶r̶e̶d̵ ̶i̵n̵ ̷h̶i̶s̷ ̶h̴a̸n̵d̴s̴.̵ ̸I̸ ̷k̴n̶e̴w̸ ̶t̴h̸e̵ ̶f̵o̷r̶m̸ ̵i̵m̶m̶e̶d̷i̵a̴t̷e̴l̸y̷,̷ ̸b̵u̵t̷ ̶s̸o̶m̸e̶h̸o̴w̷ ̵t̷h̴i̷s̸ ̸b̵l̵a̴d̸e̶ ̴s̵e̶e̸m̶e̴d̶ ̴d̶i̵f̴f̶e̸r̴e̷n̴t̶.̵ ̶T̸a̸k̵i̴n̴g̶ ̷i̸t̶ ̶i̸n̵ ̴m̶y̸ ̷h̵a̵n̵d̵s̸,̶ ̸I̸ ̸f̷o̶u̵n̸d̸ ̷m̶y̴s̸e̸l̵f̸ ̶u̸t̶t̷e̴r̸i̶n̶g̸ ̴a̴ ̷n̷e̵w̵ ̴w̸o̷r̷d̷ ̸i̴n̷ ̵r̴e̴s̵p̵o̶n̸s̴e̵.̵ ̷”̸C̴u̷r̵s̸e̸d̸?̶”̸ ̴I̵ ̸f̵i̷n̶a̴l̵l̷y̶ ̷s̶a̷i̷d̴,̶ ̷c̵u̸t̴t̵i̵n̷g̷ ̴i̵n̶ ̸t̵h̷e̶ ̵s̷i̷l̵e̸n̸c̷e̴ ̸t̴h̴e̷ ̵s̷a̸m̴e̴ ̸w̶a̸y̶ ̶t̶h̷i̸s̵ ̸s̵t̸u̸n̴n̶i̴n̷g̸l̷y̸ ̵o̴m̸i̶n̵o̶u̶s̵ ̴w̸e̴a̸p̸o̵n̸ ̴h̶a̸d̷ ̴c̴u̷t̵ ̴t̵h̴r̷o̵u̴g̶h̷ ̵e̴x̴i̵s̴t̵e̶n̸c̶e̶ ̷i̸t̵s̵e̴l̸f̴ ̶t̴o̶ ̴b̴e̶ ̵i̶n̴ ̸m̷y̶ ̵p̶o̴s̵s̵e̸s̴s̴i̷o̷n̴.̷ ̵”̴H̵m̷m̷,̸ ̵s̶o̶ ̷t̵h̶e̸ ̷h̶a̵u̴n̸t̴e̴d̶ ̸p̵r̵i̸n̸c̴e̸s̸s̵ ̷k̴n̸o̸w̵s̸ ̷h̸e̸r̸ ̶b̶l̴a̶d̵e̸s̶?̷ ̶Y̶e̶s̷,̵ ̷m̴y̵ ̸l̶i̵t̵t̶l̸e̵ ̷s̴l̶a̴v̵e̶.̵ ̵T̵h̸a̶t̶ ̶i̶s̷ ̶t̶h̷e̶ ̴C̸h̵a̸o̴s̸ ̷B̵l̷a̴d̴e̸,̴ ̶s̴a̸i̸d̷ ̴t̸o̶ ̶h̷a̸v̷e̷ ̵b̷e̶e̵n̸ ̸m̷a̸d̶e̷ ̵f̴r̴o̷m̷ ̵t̸h̶e̷ ̷b̴l̸o̶o̷d̵ ̵o̴f̵ ̵i̸t̷'̸s̵ ̵c̶r̶e̷a̴t̵o̸r̸'̵s̶ ̵e̸n̵e̶m̵i̸e̷s̶.̶ ̷ ̷T̸a̸k̶e̴ ̵c̷a̷r̶e̵ ̴t̸o̸ ̷r̷e̴a̵l̷i̴z̷e̴ ̵i̵t̸'̴s̷ ̴v̷a̸l̶u̵e̴,̵ ̶f̶o̸r̴ ̵i̴t̵ ̶i̷s̷ ̸t̵h̴e̷ ̵m̸o̷s̵t̴ ̸f̷i̴t̵t̶i̴n̸g̸ ̶t̸o̶ ̷t̷a̸k̴e̵ ̷o̵n̷ ̵t̸h̴e̵ ̸t̴y̵p̵e̸s̵ ̵o̴f̵ ̴p̶e̷o̷p̸l̸e̷ ̷I̸ ̷h̶a̷v̷e̷ ̵f̴o̷r̷ ̸y̸o̷u̵.̵ ̵A̶s̴ ̸I̷ ̷s̵a̷i̸d̵ ̶e̸a̶r̸l̶i̶e̴r̶,̷ ̷I̷ ̴h̸a̷v̷e̴ ̷a̶ ̶m̶i̸s̴s̵i̶o̷n̷ ̴f̷o̷r̵ ̷y̴o̵u̸.̵”̶ ̴ ̶ ̶I̶ ̸s̸t̸u̶d̶i̶e̶d̶ ̸t̶h̶e̷ ̵b̶l̸a̴d̴e̵ ̸i̴n̷ ̴m̶y̶ ̷h̴a̷n̵d̴s̵,̵ ̵f̶r̴o̸m̸ ̴t̴h̸e̴ ̷o̵r̶n̶a̸t̵e̶ ̴t̴i̵p̸ ̵t̶o̸ ̵t̸h̸e̵ ̶d̵a̶r̵k̶e̴n̵e̸d̷ ̶b̶l̵o̷o̶d̴ ̷t̷h̴a̴t̶ ̵s̸e̵e̶m̴e̴d̷ ̵t̵o̵ ̸w̴r̵i̵t̷h̵e̸ ̶w̵i̸t̵h̶i̶n̶ ̵t̸h̴e̷ ̶i̴n̷n̶e̸r̴ ̶c̷o̸r̴e̴ ̴o̴f̶ ̵t̷h̷e̵ ̶w̴e̵a̶p̸o̶n̵.̸ ̴T̷r̵u̸l̶y̷,̵ ̵a̵ ̸m̵a̴s̶t̴e̴r̶w̷o̷r̵k̸ ̶o̶f̵ ̷f̶i̶n̵e̸ ̵b̸l̷a̵d̶e̵s̵m̵i̸t̶h̴i̶n̶g̴.̶ ̴I̶ ̸a̶d̵m̵i̸r̴e̶d̷ ̷a̷n̸d̷ ̴f̸e̵a̷r̶e̵d̶ ̷t̷h̷e̵ ̸o̵n̵i̸ ̸w̵h̵o̴ ̷m̴a̶d̷e̸ ̴i̴t̷.̷ ̷ ̴ ̵”̶Y̷o̸u̶r̵ ̷f̵i̶r̴s̷t̵ ̸m̸i̴s̷s̸i̷o̴n̷.̶.̸.̵”̸ ̶h̸i̶s̶ ̸v̴o̷i̶c̷e̸ ̵t̶r̴a̵i̸l̴e̶d̶ ̶o̷f̷f̸,̵ ̴a̵n̴d̷ ̸t̴r̴u̸t̴h̸f̴u̵l̷l̵y̶?̶ ̵ ̷I̵ ̵d̴o̵n̵'̶t̵ ̵r̵e̴m̵e̸m̷b̸e̵r̵ ̶w̷h̸o̴ ̵m̷y̸ ̶f̴i̴r̶s̵t̷ ̷s̵u̴c̸k̵e̸r̶ ̴w̷a̵s̸.̷ ̵I̸ ̵d̸o̷ ̷r̸e̵m̵e̸m̷b̴e̴r̶ ̵I̷ ̶e̵n̸j̶o̸y̸e̷d̸ ̷i̶t̶,̵ ̵a̸n̴d̷ ̴t̶h̷e̴ ̵s̴e̷n̸s̴e̸ ̴o̴f̴ ̵t̶h̷r̶i̴l̷l̷ ̴f̴r̷o̶m̸ ̸s̴e̷e̸i̵n̶g̴ ̵h̴i̶m̶ ̵b̶e̶a̵r̷ ̴w̷i̶t̸n̷e̸s̷s̷ ̴t̷o̸ ̴h̶i̸s̴ ̵l̶i̸f̶e̸ ̸d̴r̸a̴i̷n̵ ̴f̷r̸o̷m̴ ̶h̵i̷s̴ ̴e̷y̴e̶s̴ ̷w̶a̷s̵ ̸i̵n̷t̴o̴x̵i̸c̴a̸t̴i̵n̵g̴.̵ ̷ ̴ ̴B̵u̸t̷ ̷t̷h̶a̷t̶ ̸s̵t̴o̵r̸y̶,̷ ̵i̷s̸ ̶n̸o̸t̸ ̸t̵h̷e̵ ̷o̶n̶e̸ ̸I̷'̸v̴e̷ ̵b̶e̴e̵n̶ ̶a̸s̵k̶e̵d̷ ̷t̴o̷ ̷t̸e̵l̵l̶ ̶y̴o̸u̵.̴ ̴M̶i̸n̵e̷ ̴f̶o̸r̴ ̶t̸o̸n̴i̷g̴h̶t̶,̷ ̷i̴s̸ ̴t̵h̷e̸ ̷s̶t̴o̸r̷y̴ ̷o̵f̸ ̷a̷ ̶D̸e̴a̴d̴ ̴E̶v̷i̴l̶ ̴K̶a̵m̷i̸.̸ ̶ ̸I̶ ̷c̷o̶n̷t̸i̵n̶u̴e̷d̸ ̷o̸n̵w̵a̴r̷d̸s̴,̵ ̴r̷e̸a̸p̶i̷n̶g̷ ̵s̷o̷u̷l̵s̸ ̴a̵n̷d̶ ̴t̸e̶a̵r̵i̵n̷g̴ ̶t̸h̶e̵i̴r̸ ̸l̵i̶v̸e̴s̸ ̸a̸w̶a̷y̵ ̶l̸i̴k̶e̴ ̴s̷o̴ ̸m̴a̶n̵y̶ ̵n̵a̵m̷e̴s̵ ̴o̴n̷ ̶a̸ ̷l̷i̵s̴t̴.̸ ̴E̴v̵e̷n̵t̵u̸a̸l̵l̶y̶,̴ ̷I̴ ̷g̷r̴e̵w̴ ̸s̴t̴r̶o̷n̷g̴e̴r̸ ̶u̵n̴t̸i̸l̵ ̷f̴i̶n̴a̷l̵l