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[[ too tired to try for an IC departure, so whatever It was loads of fun playing Hisako, but she never did anything And I feel bad, taking up accountspace You'll always be able to catch me over on Aoi's account though ~ Sorry for lying ~ But I wanted to see. Honest handsup, how many of you guessed? ]]

Having finally settled into room 143 at the Mansion without any major difficulties, the little notice came as a distinct surprise to Hisako one morning. She stood there in her pajamas and scarf, reading the little paper that had been left taped to her door, quite confused. "Evaluations? H-have I been doing something wrong?" [ Aa . . . Evaluate my writing, I suppose?''' I haven't been here very long . . . homepage . vocaloidrp-da (https://www.deviantart.com/vocaloidrp-da) ]

The girl sighed, clutching her bag closely, and looking out the train window. She was here, but it was so tempting to stay onboard and let the train carry her wherever it wished. The attendant in this car knew her well, anyways; he wouldn't mind at all if she went a couple stops farther than she was supposed to. No, she was at least guaranteed a temporary home here. They didn't say she had to stay at this mansion place forever, did they? Hisako pulled out the letter and checked the details; there was nothing about permanent residence. Just a sanctuary, of a sort. Well, a sanctuary was something she could use at the moment, so reluctantly sh