There was something that I observed in the numerous days that I had stayed in the weird castle.
This place didn't just give someone a sense of security. It didn't merely provide comfort to the point of consuming one's mind; it also slowly, gradually stripped away a person's identity and everything they once were.
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—Observation Diary, Day 66. I've collected all relevant information about the bodies inside the room. I checked their phones and any data I could find about them. After that, I went out to the main courtyard to observe everyone.
—From what I've seen, the longer someone stays here, the more they lose track of their identity. It starts with their name. Then, slowly, their unique features begin to fade. Piece by piece, they lose hold of everything they once were, until eventually they become nothing more than faceless dolls.
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