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Thank goodness... No one's here. At least, you can't see that anyone's here- Hold on a second.


> Everything is a mess.





Why in the... Why are there more things in this room than when you left? Wait, these things are from your old house too? And there's a second floor to the apartment.


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You honestly can't parse the situation at all. First, you were practically put here for no reason, or at least, not a reason you can understand... and now the apartment is shifting itself entirely. This is some weird cartoon logic.

But... The most important thing is that whoever went into your apartment left it a complete mess. There are still boxes in the room, and the floor is covered in clothes.

The room reeks with some kind of odor that's making your nose itch, maybe flowers? You can't put your name on it. But it's strong and it's making you feel somewhat disoriented. When you were in Iris' apartment, you had no idea of the utter pandemonium you would walk into when you came back. This is...


> Get out the Febreeze.





COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE! How dare someone do this? This is your room to squat in, and you like it how you like it!

Room... It's time to say hello to your little friend.


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オラオラオラオラオラオラオラオラオラオラー!


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That sweet... light smell. You can sense it, the smell of a relaxing life... Thank you, Febreeze. Thank you for everything.


But... Leaving behind the dramatics, it doesn't seem like anyone is coming yet. Which is lucky, because this place looks like a pig's sty. Maybe you should look around. There could be things worth checking out.

> Turn EVERYTHING in your room into a hat.





Well, you're not really sure how you would do that. You sure wish you could though because damn, you'd look great in a hat! But you don't own one. Probably...

Wait a second.

Your brilliant brain has concocted an idea!


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You are now Bookhead, ruler of all books!

You are very smart.

Maybe not.


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Maybe you should do something more constructive with your time. As you think this, your book falls off your head in a bout of second hand embarrassment.


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You turn around and your eyes catch on something that just seems to stick out in the sea of your room. Probably because it's a different hue than literally everything here.

It looks like a note, or a ticket, not unlike the one you found when your house was stolen. Shining with an almost ethereal light, it beckons you to read it.


> Read the note.







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