"Uh... let me see the title... 'Script'? What the hell?"
Placing the red thread and scarf together, Murder began examining what Insanity had just given him.
According to what she had just said, Murder had recorded his experiences in it.
But he had absolutely no memory of doing so.
Although he had panicked a little when everyone had stopped breathing, Murder would never have written some meaningless account at a time like that.
Yet, judging by Insanity's reaction, this "account" of his must have covered most of the details, rather than being something casually written to fool any potential readers.
Could that mean someone had been watching his every move from beginning to end, describing events in a style he might have used?
Insanity had also played the cryptic riddler just now, said a few incomprehensible things about "this" and "that," then run off. Did that also mean such a being was nearby, and that only someone on Error Insanity's level could contend with them?
Still, that was getting a little too conspiratorial.
Murder shook his head and opened the title page of the so-called "Script."
"...What you see will be what you most need to see right now...?"
What did that mean?
Could this thing actually update in real time? Insanity needed to understand my current situation, so this book showed him exactly that?
That brought fragments of novels to the surface of Murder's mind-it was almost like something akin to a world will.
"Then... I'd like to see what happens next. Can I?"
As though making a declaration, Murder tried telling the Script something that seemed unlikely to come true, then opened it.
To Murder's surprise, it really did seem to contain what he needed to verify-glimpses of the future.
The first page depicted him holding the Script