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Sefu hadn’t entirely detached from reality-- somewhere in the back of his mind he registered a sense of danger, and an alien presence, a strange man in a strange mask with one eye red and one eye green.

But between the (all too familiar) sensations of waking up in a place he didn’t recognize, the blinding spotlight in his face, the slush of sleeping gas in his mind, and he couldn’t move why couldn’t he move maybe he wasn’t allowed to move so he was just going to sit there and wait for the inevitable.

Any words that man might’ve spoken fell on heavily dissociating ears.

Even after the restraints let go and the lights came back, Sefu didn’t move. His only change in posture was to snag his fingers around his tie and twist at it unconsciously as he sat there staring at nothing in particular.

“...”

Ciel didn’t take well to being knocked out and strapped to a chair against her will. She barely, barely heard the thing speak - killing game? Yeah fucking right - but as soon as the… thing was gone and the lights were off Ciel was out of her chair, far away from her chair and trying to find a wall to lean against. 

Ciel stared at her fingers, rubbing her wrists uncomfortably and trying to calm her ragged breathing. She looked side to side, trying to avoid anyone else, and her shaky breathing somehow grew more ragged as she rubbed her wrists raw.

“No, nono… No…” She hissed, switching to wringing her wrists uncomfortably, staring at her fingers and crumpling onto the ground. “No.. not that, please don’t… Please don’t hurt… I should listen… Listen, listen, listen-“ Her words became jumbled and incoherent to anyone listening. She shakily reached for one of her razors, frantically pulling it off her belt and switching it open. She stared at herself in her reflection, desperately trying to calm herself down.

She wheezed, setting her hands on the ground and trying to keep herself from getting ill. Too much movement, too much everything, too much light and too much too much too MUCH-

“Wow, pretty,” he whispered while looking at the station’s windows for a split second. Not that there weren’t things to look inside the station, of course.

The space was pretty, probably the prettiest thing he had ever seen. Of course, he was familiar with the stars, a night sky filled with sky was almost as beautiful as a field filled with flowers. Not that he was all that familiar with constelations’ names, but that wasn’t all that important, at least not at the moment. He was there to learn, more or less. Not to mention to work, kind of. He was looking forward to learn new things, meet new people. 

The space station was something right out of a science fiction movie. He knew that technology was probably going to be used to help people, too. Then again, simply learning more about the sky would those interested in the sky happier. And knowdlege is power and all that. There was even an AI! A rabbit Ai that introduced herself to the students. He should probably do the same, too. The composer was a bit nervous, but he was still going to try.