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Day 1.

I'm going to try writing something down. My only belongings are this notebook and a ballpoint pen I had shoved in my pocket. Just to kill some time...

To describe this place, it's completely white. So white that the boundary between the walls and the floor is unclear. I'm guessing it's a massive space with massive lights turned on full blast?

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Day 2.

I woke up after a nap and a bed appeared! Shouldn't they have made this a bit sooner?

It's only been two days, but I've already cleared the thought that my kidnapper might be human from my head. I wondered where the end of this space was and walked straight in one direction... but I never reached the 'end' before my calves started throbbing.

If not human... then an alien? The only thing I can imagine capable of realistically creating this bloated space is something with a green head and two antennae sticking out.

I'm reminded of an SF thriller movie I saw once. The scene where she's pregnant with an alien baby—and the alien junior rips through her stomach and pops out—that—ah. Forget it, I just wish they'd feed me!

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Day 3.

A feeding hole appeared! It's structured like an elevator, but the passage is so small there's no way I could crawl through it with my size.

The food was delicious.

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Day 4.

Bored.

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Day 5. (Filled with scribbles.)

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Day 6.

Is it day or night right now? The least you could do is turn off the lights when I sleep. You piece of shit.

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Day 50.

What did I do wrong? I might not have lived like a saint, but I never did anything that bad, did I?

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Day 51.

If I break the furniture, it's restored the next day—no, to be precise, while I'm asleep.

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Day 87.

Fuck please just get me out of here what did I do wrong??? Show your damn face at least! If you want something just say it with your mouth!!! Fuck who do you think you are kidnapping and locking up a civilian like livestock? Is this the Truman Show? Is that it? Is it ending soon? Is there even an end? Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck (The back part is torn off.)

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Day 217. The tea served today was excellent! Jake is very satisfied as well. It's just that Marquis Caron went and snatched the fork away—ah, those two just can't stop fighting whenever their eyes meet.

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Day 69.

Hm?

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Day 70.

Oh, that's a nice tie.

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Day 1937463828199. (A drawing of a rabbit—Jake—and a cat—Marquis Caron—holding a giant birthday cake.)

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Day 999.

Something about the room changed. Did the furniture layout change? Hmm. It feels a bit more... antique? Ah! Right. That was it. You changed your hair color today, didn't you? It really suits you. Eh? It's not that? My bad.

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Day 1000.

A person fell from above.

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Mission Room: A room you cannot leave unless you complete a mission. Usually requires one companion, but for some reason, due to a system error, Aaron was trapped alone for 1000 days.