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Daniel spared a glance at the man and chuckled good naturedly, beginning to walk away from the oak doors. “Oh, it’s no trouble. I suppose anyone stuck outside Castle Brennenburg would be a bit irritated by some degree.”

“This castle is owned by the Baron of Prussia, Alexander von Brennenburg. He is a very important man.” He chose not to mention that the baron was helping to save Daniel’s life from certain death.

Was Sayori an idiot, or… Had she never heard of Prussia? To be fair, she’s from a whole different era, so that much is justifiable. However, peach brows furrowed and she tilted her head. “ Uhm… “ Sayori breathed. “ I’m really sorry if this is stupid, but, um.. W.. What’s a Prussia? A-And what’s an Ale Ex Ender? “ Well that was a butchering of Alexander’s name if I ever saw one.

“That’s not a stupid question at all, my dear. Prussia is a state in Germany. We are currently smack dab in the middle of it,” he said with a dry chuckle. “Ah, well... Alexander is the baron and owner of this castle.” He paused, looking slightly uncomfortable. “I don’t particularly enjoy talking about him.”

Sayori nodded slowly. She was wandering around in this place for a few hours before the other showed up, and she took note of some of the things she had found. Entries, being among those things. “ Nice to meet you, I guess, “ Sayori said quietly as she finally looked up. “ I… Take it you’re the owner of this place? “

“Good god, no. No, this.. This Purgatory is owned by a man named Alexander, I believe. He’s the baron of Prussia. Owns this whole place and probably hundreds of acres more.” Truth be told, Daniel never really stopped to think about that. His whole thought process was consumed by finding this Alexander and killing him, per his ‘former self’s’ request.

𝘪𝘯𝘥./𝘴𝘦𝘭. 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘦. 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯

For once in their interaction, Alfredo was silent. He was still extremely confused, and quite frankly pissed off. He allowed himself to be dragged along inside. Glancing around, Alfredo made mental notes about his surroundings- just in case shit went south and he needed to make a quick escape.

“You’ll have to stay overnight. The woods are basically a maze at night - you’d get lost and die of exposure by morning. I will set you up in the guest room, where I usually stay, and I will make do with what I can.”

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“Well, if you’re quite done with your sniffing of the rose bushes, I’d like to invite you inside for a quick drink before I send you on your way. I don’t suspect the owner of this castle will be all too pleased with your.. ah.. trespassing.”

“Dude, I don’t know where the fuck I am, or how I got here. How the hell are you gonna send me on my way? And, for the record, I’d like my phone and my gun back.” If this was some sick joke the rest of the Crew was playing on him, then he was going to kill every single one of them.

“We should really go inside. It’s not very pleasant out here when dusk falls.” The thought of the abnormal howls and groans that echoed from the forest made Daniel shiver.

“I don’t know what a Los Santos is,” it even felt strange rolling off his tongue - like something sour, “but as to where you are, you are at Castle Brennenburg in Prussia.”

“Okay, another question- what fucking year is it? Because that shit-” he pointed at the castle, “is way too damn old.”

“Castle Brennenburg! I don’t see how you wouldn’t know that!” He paused, however, at the next question. “The.. The year?” He blinked a few times. This gentleman must really be mad. “1839, last time I checked.”

She sighed as she stared at her ankles, fiddling her fingers with her shoelaces. Silence enveloped her and she started to gnaw on the corner of her lip. She stayed like this until the other spoke, and she almost jumped out of her ghost skin. “ M.. My name? Ah… “ Did she remember it? Barely; Sayori, but she can’t remember a last name. “ Sayori. I never got your name either.. “

“D.. Daniel, I think. At least, that’s what I’ve read in the journal entries I supposedly wrote.”

Sayori needed to cry. She could’t comprehend her situation, she was in a new place, and she was dead. It’s almost like the plot of a wacky sitcom with those basics! Ghost of a girl following a guy around a weird house… mansion… thing. Sounds like The Haunted Mansion! But it wasn’t. It was a horror. She almost.. Felt her neck itch. Was that a bad sign? Sayori couldn’t tell. But now more than anything she was scared. “ …It’s fine. I just… “ She took in a sharp breath as she sunk to the floor, burying her face in her hands. “ I wanna go home. “

“I never caught your name.”