::ANGELICA IS THE VARIABLE. KILL HER BEFORE 'IT' HAPPENS AGAIN!::
"Haah!" I gasped, springing up from the infirmary bed to find a familiar white ceiling staring back at me.
Fuck.
What was that?
I looked around, and sure enough, I was in the infirmary. The reason I was able to realize this so quickly was that, as Azalea, I had been here over a thousand and one times. In fact, I was here about four times a week if time permitted. There was always just that bully to encounter, that person to save that would nearly get me killed, or that experiment that blew up in my face. It's a wonder I survived till this day. Well, that aside…
WHAT WAS THAT?
That voice… it was exactly like mine.
Is it… the altar?
Tsk.
