Splash, splash~
The sound of running water striking the walls was a little grating in the silent room.
The light gradually faded, revealing what looked like a prison cell before Murder.
Near the ceiling was a window that seemed to serve as a vent, sealed off with bars. Beyond it lay the deepest darkness.
The kind where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
An almost-broken light bulb hung above his head. Perhaps it hadn't been repaired in ages; the light it gave off now was dimmer than the sparks from rubbing sticks together.
Murder sat up on the stone bed in the cell.
The place was surprisingly well furnished. It was only a prison cell, yet it even had a bookshelf.
Aside from the bookshelf, though, there wasn't much in the room he could interact with.
Oh, there was also a toilet.
"New guy, how are you doing?"
A familiar voice came from the cell on the other side. It was soft and languid, and Murder immediately recognized its owner.
"...Killer?"
The other cell fell silent for a moment before a slightly puzzled voice answered Murder's question.
"Buddy? We've been cellmates for so long. Don't pretend you've forgotten me, okay? It's me, Snas."
"Uh..."
Murder was momentarily at a loss for words.
What the hell was Snas?
He vaguely remembered using snas as his name on a messaging app before.
So Killer remembered that? If he remembered right, she'd even forgotten her own name.
Seriously, why did her memory have to be so good when it came to things like this?
"Sorry, I haven't been sleeping well lately. I'm a little forgetful... Snas, could you tell me... what my name is?"
"Oh, that's easy! You're... uh..."
Killer's voice dropped steadily, her initially confident tone growing vague