What do I even do now?
My phone's with that Angel, and as long as I don't have it, I can't contact or meet up with the professor—which translates to mission failed. No, that can't happen. I can't afford to fail this mission. The penalty is completely random, which means I could die if I have bad luck... But wait, I *do* have bad luck!
I sighed and slapped my forehead, then looked at my roommate, who was giving me a bizarre look like a Welshman staring at a lunatic. "Err... Do you have a phone?" I asked.
He slowly shook his head. "...No? You should know that already."
I was about to give up when a thought crossed my mind. I looked at my Graphto watch, checked the invitation option, and it showed [1].
Wait, she hasn't revoked my access.
Could it be she knew I would come back?
With that thought in mind, I looked at the door and, without hesitation, rushed out. Fragment or even smaller—it doesn't matter. I need any memory I can get.
BAM!
The door slammed shut behind me.
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Watching as Leo rushed out, the young man seated let out a sigh, and his panicked expression turned cold. He waited a long while before walking toward the shelf. He pulled one open and, with a few clicks, a hidden compartment slid open. He stretched his hand inside and, in seconds, pulled out a phone. He powered it on, waited for it to boot up completely, then input the password and headed for the messages app, where he typed:
[He has lost his memory]
He waited a minute before a reply came.
[Well done]
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"You came... For a moment there, I was starting to think you wouldn't."
Those were the first words I heard the moment I opened the door. She was still seated at the table, and she didn't even look up when she spoke—which meant she was confident it was me.
I sighed. "What do you want in return?"
"Sit," she said without looking up, and I did. I sat across from her and kept silent as she continued writing. It took quite a while before she finally looked up and placed her pen down. She removed her glasses and set them on the table. "You already know what I want."
I frowned.
She walked around the table and stood directly behind me before leaning forward. Her hot breath grazed my ear. "You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours... Help me ascend."
She spun my chair so I faced her directly. "So, what will it be?"
I stared at her for a long while. Help her ascend? How the hell am I supposed to do that? What am I supposed to do?
"Fine," I said.
She stayed silent for a moment, then smiled. "Come with me."
She grabbed the handbag on the table along with her keycard and headed for the door.
"Where?" I asked.
She tilted her head. "Where you'll help me scratch my back. We can't do that here, can we?"
At this point, only one idea was coming to mind, but it couldn't be that, right? Because how the heck is that supposed to help her ascend? Or is there something I don't know?
I walked out of the office, and she locked it. Then she leaned in close—so close I could smell her mature scent. "Are you really sure you're up for this? You know when I go, I don't stop."
Her scent was overwhelming.
Welp, it's what I think after all.