The gene pool is stagnant and I am the chlorine. Just another completely ordinary day in Paradise. I need to get my paycheck, pick up some rocky road ice cream, map out the escape routes, and make sure nobody touches my trench coat.

They think I'm crazy, but they're the ones trapped in the loop. Every corner turned feels like a setup. If you aren't ready to burn the whole grid down to save your own skin, you're just scenery.

> MIRROR_LOG: 03:33 AM

He couldn't see his face properly in the dark mirror, so he fixed it. He just wanted to look beautiful forever. The alcohol on the skin burned, but the laughter wouldn't stop coming. When the police found the room, the phrase was written over and over on the wall in thick crimson strokes.

Why are you still awake? Why haven't you looked at the closet door yet?

Sign the register before the matching match lights. I regret nothing. SͦMͦIͦLͦEͦ FOR ME. (Leave your terminal running... he likes the warmth.)

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