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2025.02.01 20:53 ricochet5588 The EAA Girsan Match X 2311 : Premium Features, Unbeatable Value!
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2025.02.01 20:53 Illustrious_Bath_889 Proxmox Backup Server, Priviledge - Permission Denied SMB Datastore
Noob here. I'm running trying to quickly migrate various VMs and LXC from one PVE to another and then decommision the PBS.
I've setup a priviledged PBS CT under the existing PVE. I've done the bind mounts and confirmed I have write access to the SMB mount. Yet when I look at the PBS Dashboard, the specified Datastore shows Permission Denied (os error 13). It's a permission issue but where do I check?
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2025.02.01 20:53 markmark027 Partner Gaslighting me over how much I drink..
My partner and I ( live together ) normally get along pretty well. He has some mild depression, ocd which he takes medication for but I also think he has Bi polar disorder which his mother has but he never brings that up which his therapist.
lately he’s got it into his head. ( he’s sober ). That I’m drinking much more than I actually am and he’s trying to make it a huge issue.
I work from home, a lot of my work is graphics, doing it at night. I would say I have max like 2 bottles of wine a week, drinking at home with music and doing my work. My doctor is not concerned at all by how much drink and neither am I.
My partner tho has now started like going on rants say ( if he sees the 2nd bottle by the end of week ) saying. “That’s your 4th bottle this week. Maybe your 5th. You’re becoming an alcoholic “ and starting these massive flights. Saying I’m lying etc.
First of all I’m a grown man. I can drink as much as I actually want, and this doesn’t seem out of concern more like ways to control and start a fight. But no matter how much I say it’s not at all what I’ve drank he won’t listen and says it’s out of concern for me??
Could this be narcissistic behavior ?
Any advice on what to do to stop this crap? I don’t want to lower myself to like actually note and record when I’m drinking but if it proves facts to stop this then I will but I’m a bit worried that it will go on deaf ears.
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2025.02.01 20:53 UnknownGamer516 What did y’all get from golden rewards?
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2025.02.01 20:53 biologygamer DINO BEAN IS BACK! After his dissapearance 1 month ago he has came back.
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2025.02.01 20:53 _sotiwapid_ Für meine Münchener Stabilos
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2025.02.01 20:53 Interesting-Olive373 Holidays
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2025.02.01 20:53 OK_Ingenue I was the first to discover a man who had hanged himself while I was on vacation in France. AMA
It happened in Thiex, Brittany during a summer some years ago. My ex-partner and I had checked into a pension. I was carrying a bag from the car up to the room. I entered the pension through its back entrance, walked down a hall, turned a corner and there was a well-dressed and groomed man hanging from a staircase. Without realizing it, I screamed and turned around and tore back down the hall to the entrance. I dropped my bag in the hall. Freaking out, I went to the cafe/bar at the front entrance to the pension. I told the bartender what I saw in garbled French and he didn’t understand me. The few customers (men) started making eyes at me and one of them asked if I was American. Very surreal.
I saw my then husband through the window so I ran out to him and told him what happened. We went back around to the door I had gone thru. Ended up that I had gone into someone’s residence by mistake, not the pension. Then he started telling me it must be imagining things, that we had been into the car for a long time and was tired. That thought freaked me out. What? I then tried to get him to go thru the door and see. He resisted and resisted. Finally, seeing how worked up I was and knowing I wouldn’t stop, he entered the hall and was back almost immediately. Told me that he hadn’t seen anything. Said I must have just seen the hanging lamp.
Story continues from there. AMA.
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2025.02.01 20:53 Trash_Tia 1,867 days since I was taken from my parents, and I’m still a prisoner.
“Bear.”
I was nicknamed “Bear” because of my pajamas I was wearing upon arrival.
I wore them under my uniform to stay warm, but it didn't stop the name calling.
Alex, the closest person I had to a friend, pressed his face against the bars of my cage. “I swiped them from the head nurse,” he muttered, sliding a small baggie of pills through the bars.
“Take two, and lie on your back.”
He groaned, thick brown hair falling in his eyes. “You need to make a scene, dude.”
That's what I did. After lights out, I popped two pills. I thought they wouldn’t work at first, but when I tried to get up, my body wouldn’t… move.
When I started choking up pink froth, willing myself to scream, to cry for help, guards were already grabbing me, hauling me out of my cell. “Jesus fuck, Bear! What have you done to yourself?!”
Sniper, one of the guards I was friendly with, pinned my arms down. I could just make out Alex watching, his eyes wide.
Alyssa winked at me, her smile hopeful.
Roman was already backing into his cell.
I hoped my distraction was good enough.
My body was convulsing by the time I was slammed onto a metal gurney, my jerking wrists tied down.
Masked faces floated around me, their voices frantic. Something plastic was plunged down my throat, a needle slicing into my arm. The passage of time was… weird. I was pretty sure I’d passed out.
When I opened my eyes, I was staring wide-eyed at clinical white ceiling tiles.
I was no longer strapped down. I sat up, blinking rapidly.
The small white room was familiar. I recognized the plastic chair I was forced onto for weekly therapy sessions.
I was in the nurse’s office.
Excitement wriggled its way up my throat.
I’d made it.
Swinging my legs, I slipped off the bed, my gaze glued to the alarm.
If I pulled it, the emergency protocol would be triggered, and every cell would open.
Starting toward it, I stopped. I was standing in something.
Blood.
It was wet and red, stretching across the floor.
I found the source—a bed just like mine. There was a body still strapped to it, and I knew her. Evangeline.
I knew her thick blonde curls, now matted and dyed red, scarlet strands glued to her face. Her head looked… wrong. The girl’s eyes were wide, her skull sawn open, pinkish brain matter glistening under the clinical white light.
When the girl blinked, I stumbled back, a cry ripping from my throat.
Evangeline surprised me with a giggle.
“So beautiful,” she whispered, slowly raising her blood stained hands. “She’s so… beautiful. Oh, my goodness! Look at her hands! So smooth! So moisturised!”
“Indeed, Mrs. Playwright.”
The gruff voice startled me.
Sniper grabbed my face, cradling my cheeks, his breath heavy against my skin.
“Green eyes, Bear,” he chuckled, stroking my cheek. “I do love me some greeeeeeen eyes.”
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2025.02.01 20:53 HauntedMansion1969 Who would you guys fan cast?
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2025.02.01 20:53 ag00021 Help with calendar properties -
the not started and pending are part of one property called progress. Is there any way I can hide that property if it is set to not started, but show if it is pending? I dont want to hide the task itself, just the physical red blob as its kind of obnoxious when its covering my calendar
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2025.02.01 20:53 No-Assumption-24 Test
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2025.02.01 20:53 Sea_Instruction4368 Tweed and Maple
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2025.02.01 20:53 the-doctor-is-real What is your nacho party-platter recipe?
Gonna make my own in a bit using the following and I was wondering how yall do it...
chips
shredded chicken (would prefer steak, but can't eat red meat for now)
refried beans (vegetarian should work...right?)
hand shredded cheese (I learned not to use pre-shredded because they use an anti-caking ingredient that hinders melting)
another layer each of chicken, beans then cheese
bake til lower layer of cheese is melted
add salsa and guac
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2025.02.01 20:53 Specialist_Injury_68 Guys help quick I have two hours to decide which one to go see, which was better to those who’ve seen them both
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2025.02.01 20:53 rizit98 [Showoff Saturday] Made in Canada products directory
Everyone loves to buy local, but it's hard to know which products are truly local—especially in Canada, where many items come from the US and Mexico. That's why I created this Made in Canada directory to help fellow Canadians.
It's built with Next.js, shadcn/ui, Tailwind CSS, Supabase, Vercel AI SDK, and AI Agents!
Live site: fyiCanada.ca
I'm looking for overall feedback and suggestions for data and UI.
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2025.02.01 20:53 Swing-Prize Having issues with .NET Aspire setting incorrect ports while using official sample code
Hello, I wanted to try out .NET Aspire but spent too many hours dealing with WSL2 (doesn't support unless I proxy docker-cli to wsl2), RideMac (starter aspire project doesn't build) issues. So I hoped on Windows machine and now running Docker desktop and Visual Studio but I still cannot make Azurite + Cloud function to work. My issue that that .NET Aspire claims incorrect ports for azurite which do not belong to the container. To ensure it's not me messing something I found official samples and pulled https://github.com/dotnet/aspire-samples/tree/main/samples/AspireWithAzureFunctions to observe "correct" code. It has the same issue.
So via Azure Storage Explorer I see it's exposed via port scope 6823-6825 for that container started by Aspire
https://i.imgur.com/TeBdkTc.png
But the cloud function environment variables are being set to
test | Name | Value |
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Aspire__Azure__Storage__Blobs__AzureWebJobsStorage__ConnectionString | DefaultEndpointsProtocol=http;AccountName=devstoreaccount1;AccountKey=Eby8vdM02xNOcqFlqUwJPLlmEtlCDXJ1OUzFT50uSRZ6IFsuFq2UVErCz4I6tq/K1SZFPTOtKBHBeksoGMGw==;BlobEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6815/devstoreaccount1;QueueEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6816/devstoreaccount1;TableEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6817/devstoreaccount1; |
Aspire__Azure__Storage__Blobs__blobs__ConnectionString | DefaultEndpointsProtocol=http;AccountName=devstoreaccount1;AccountKey=Eby8vdM02xNOcqFlqUwJPLlmEtlCDXJ1OUzFT50uSRZ6IFsuFq2UVErCz4I6tq/K1SZFPTOtKBHBeksoGMGw==;BlobEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6815/devstoreaccount1; |
Aspire__Azure__Storage__Queues__AzureWebJobsStorage__ConnectionString | DefaultEndpointsProtocol=http;AccountName=devstoreaccount1;AccountKey=Eby8vdM02xNOcqFlqUwJPLlmEtlCDXJ1OUzFT50uSRZ6IFsuFq2UVErCz4I6tq/K1SZFPTOtKBHBeksoGMGw==;BlobEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6815/devstoreaccount1;QueueEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6816/devstoreaccount1;TableEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6817/devstoreaccount1; |
Aspire__Azure__Storage__Queues__queues__ConnectionString | DefaultEndpointsProtocol=http;AccountName=devstoreaccount1;AccountKey=Eby8vdM02xNOcqFlqUwJPLlmEtlCDXJ1OUzFT50uSRZ6IFsuFq2UVErCz4I6tq/K1SZFPTOtKBHBeksoGMGw==;BlobEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6815/devstoreaccount1;QueueEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6816/devstoreaccount1;TableEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6817/devstoreaccount1; |
AzureWebJobsStorage | DefaultEndpointsProtocol=http;AccountName=devstoreaccount1;AccountKey=Eby8vdM02xNOcqFlqUwJPLlmEtlCDXJ1OUzFT50uSRZ6IFsuFq2UVErCz4I6tq/K1SZFPTOtKBHBeksoGMGw==;BlobEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6815/devstoreaccount1;QueueEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6816/devstoreaccount1;TableEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6817/devstoreaccount1; |
blobs | DefaultEndpointsProtocol=http;AccountName=devstoreaccount1;AccountKey=Eby8vdM02xNOcqFlqUwJPLlmEtlCDXJ1OUzFT50uSRZ6IFsuFq2UVErCz4I6tq/K1SZFPTOtKBHBeksoGMGw==;BlobEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6815/devstoreaccount1; |
queues | DefaultEndpointsProtocol=http;AccountName=devstoreaccount1;AccountKey=Eby8vdM02xNOcqFlqUwJPLlmEtlCDXJ1OUzFT50uSRZ6IFsuFq2UVErCz4I6tq/K1SZFPTOtKBHBeksoGMGw==;BlobEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6815/devstoreaccount1;QueueEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6816/devstoreaccount1;TableEndpoint=http://127.0.0.1:6817/devstoreaccount1; |
6815-6817 indicated to Cloud function is not 6823-6825 that is running.What's also very infuriating that once UI file upload on this Connection string port is called the whole Aspire project stops running (it was in debug mode though with catch all common exceptions enabled). Whole Aspire dashboard unresponsive since it's not running anymore and it didn't show which line took it down.
How do I make it work and is it worth at all spending time with .NET Aspire which doesn't have vast online resources for behaviors?
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2025.02.01 20:53 Scientist34again Trump has fired the director of the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau, Rohit Chopra
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2025.02.01 20:53 Pretend-Tadpole9960 What the heckinhoo?
So here I am, merrily pottering along in my new 'Far Cry'-esque open world romp. Collect resources; complete quests and side-quests; shoot arrows at mechanical beasts. Ooooh look! I can ride the horsey!
When all of a sudden...
How in sweet baby Jebus's name did I end up in 'The Matrix', battling a metal dragon?
(Love it!)
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2025.02.01 20:53 Traditional-Proof-47 Help I’m new
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2025.02.01 20:53 Far-Firefighter-5842 O que fazer em sao paulo pra viajantes?
Eu to indo visitar a cidade no meio e no final do ano pro CBOLAO, tenho uns amigos daí mas não tenho IDÉIA do que fazer na cidade
sei que aquela liberdade bairro japones existe, que tem museu de graça e que a avenida paulista é uma avenida grande que fica em são paulo. (Sou de BH e invejo o metro de vcs)
Dito isso, dicas porfavor.
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2025.02.01 20:53 DowntownVisit77 I’m curious: what do you think of NRx? The Dark Enlightenment movement
Sorry if this has been discussed already but I just want to know what libertarians think of this movement
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2025.02.01 20:53 decayi it’s just been me for so long that i don’t know anything else.
i’ve always did everything by myself. going to the movies, out to restaurants, the mall etc. i don’t have any friends so it’s just normal for me to do activities on my own. sometimes though, when i see groups of people having fun together it makes me feel bitter. i would LOVE my own friend group where we could do fun things together. i long to have a friend that i could just hang out with at our houses and do silly stuff, but it feels impossible.
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2025.02.01 20:53 XanIrelia-1 FLY PapaSmithy: "Transparently, so far FlyQuest is the only LTA team willing to stream scrims in split 1 - Clock is running down as teams will be commuting to Brazil soon and schedules will get a bit more crazy. That said, any LTA South teams want to stream a block scrims in a few weeks?"
 | https://preview.redd.it/5sl1ge08clge1.jpg?width=1290&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=05de29adf51b92c0fc0371ebdeb5aabda98dc084 So with the recent news of the LTA allowing scrims to be streamed. It currently looks like there will be little changes for split one. Of course there is an ongoing debate within the community about whether this is a good decision (although Reddit and FlyQuest are very much on board). --- Former pro-playe coach sOAZ(Also retweeted by the G2 GM Romain Bigeard) Streaming scrims just screams league is dying we need people to care, it will ruin everything about competitive, unless you are a streamer team doing both comp/funz like LosRatones, 0 respect for teams that want to stream their practice in major leaguesFLY Bwipo: When it comes to streaming scrims, all I expect are 1-2 blocks per week, (one block is 3 games). Treat them as additional official matches for fans to enjoy. If that breaks your practice when you have 8 to 10 blocks per week the problem lies with you!FLY Damonte: Streaming scrims is a GOOD THING for NA. We’ve been better than LEC for two years now so it’s funny to see LEC be put in with LCK and LPL. But there is nuance to the discussion. One scrim per week is streamed, if both teams agree it’s not that big of a deal and only good for a region that needs more viewership and money. It’s an event for teams to plan and fans to watch. If all scrims are streamed I agree, it’s nonsensical and is really bad for the coaches and staffs of these teams who are designing new strategies to play with. We need to find more ways to monetize the LoL space.submitted by XanIrelia-1 to leagueoflegends [link] [comments] |
2025.02.01 20:53 Oshtoru Your Turn To Die: Side Joe - Act 2 (First Trial & Introductions)
I decided to do the second chapter of the Side Joe light novel as well! Hopefully it will get a little bit more traction lol
The first chapter by me can be found here.
Again, please support Nankidai by buying the novel here.
As I stare blankly at the ceiling, my consciousness slowly began to clear.
Huh? I wonder what I was doing...
I know that it's not my room, but I don't know where it is.
I tried to get up, despite being disoriented, and realized that was a mistake.
My body was bound to the bed.
"Huh...?"
I let out a gasp in the face of this strange situation.
I was lying on my bed, completely bound by a black belt-like thing.
At a loss, I looked at Sara and saw her in the same situation.
"Joe..."
When people are suddenly faced with something so overwhelming, their minds go blank.
It seems that it was also the case with Sara, who appeared very distressed.
"Sara. Where are we?"
"I don't know. Why is this situation happening in the first place?"
We were trying to sort out what was happening. "Ah!", exclaimed Sara, as if she remembered something.
"Yes, we aren't supposed to be here! I have to save my mother! Damn, how can I get out of here?"
I remembered what happened before I lost consciousness, as if prompted by her remark.
A stalker. The lights out in Sara's house. Her mother lying on the ground. A stranger lurking in the room.
"Well, we... could it be that we were kidnapped by a stalker?"
"I don't know, it's just that..."
While I was talking, all of a sudden, a male voice came out of the smartphone on my left hand, telling us something strange.
"I have confirmed that you are awake, and as such will be starting the audio guide. I am now initiating the first trial. Find the key hidden somewhere in this room and free yourself from the restraints. If you fail to do so within five minutes, the bed's device will activate and snap your body."
I couldn't understand what was happening.
However, without mercy, the voice from the machine proceeds.
"But since there's only one key, you have to decide who uses it. Now, we can begin the countdown. Five, four, three, two, one... go!"
"Time was passing on my smartphone."
First trial? Key? Five-minute limit? And...
"What does it mean by snapping one's body?"
I tried to smile as usual somehow, but I couldn't do it well.
"We were abducted. This wasn't a prank or a joke."
Likewise with the long-haired stalker that appeared on the road. Sara's mother really fainted.
There was nothing in any of it that one could laugh at.
"Joe, what do you think of this situation?"
It seems like Sara gradually regained her composure.
"I wish it was just a dream, but it's not."
"Unfortunately so. First of all, we need to look for those keys."
As Sara and I were talking, the restraints on our right arms were released.
I'm alos curious about the timing of that earlier announcement. Are we being watched by someone? Is there someone out there enjoying our predicament?
"I'm frustrated, but first we need to look for the key. With my right hand I frantically searched my surroundings."
Then, I found it surprisingly easily. In the right pocket of my pants, there lay an antique key about the size of the palm of my hand.
"It was easy! Hey Sara, here's the key!"
"Well, yeah... But Joe, there's something."
"Something important?"
"Recall the announcement, it said there's only one key, and that we should discuss who'll use it."
"Oh, no way..."
Does this mean that the key can only be used on one of them?
So what would happen if I use it? That Sara's body... would be crushed, right?
This isn't funny.
It was almost as if this situation were saying, "Choose one life over the other."
What the hell!? Life isn't a game, you know?
I'm so angry that I could scream, but my body is trembling.
Like everyone, I never weighed the value of a human life before. I've never thought about comparing someone's life to another and thinking one is worth more than the other."
"Joe."
As I was losing it, Sara called out to me,.
Sara laughed wryly even in this desperate situation. With sweat on her forehead, she said...
"You use it."
Without realizing, my eyes opened wide.
"Wh-what are you talking about? "Are you losing heart? If so, I-"
"No, I don't mean to throw away my life. It's the opposite. If it's you, Joe, I believe you'll figure something out."
"Sara looked straight in my eyes as she continued, "
At home I was very distraught and I'm sorry. But now I'm okay, so please don't worry about me!
It is in times of crisis that one's true nature is revealed.
Sara was trying to calm down and trust others in this critical moment.
If so, if so, what am I supposed to do as her best friend?
"Understood."
I agreed to Sara's proposal. And then
"I'll save you Sara! No matter what!"
The contraption that released me from shackles was on the side of the bed. I used a key to free myself.
Suddenly, there was a strange clanking sound from Sara's side.
When I checked, the shape of the lock was different in a way to prevent the same key from entering.
I tried it, but the key I have is too big and won't fit.
"So is it... really only possible to save one..?"
My breathing feels heavy. No, no. Don't give up! Think, think.
"Joe, what condition is my device in?"
"The lock's too small. Looks like this key can't open it."
"Well, so if we could find another small key, it might help."
After being encouraged by Sara, I searched under the bed and in the crevices of the mattress.
However, after searching everywhere, I couldn't find another key.
While this was going on, five-minute countdown was ticking away. Why does the time flow so fast? It doesn't stop.
There's two minutes left.
It seems there really is only one key. And that key is too big and won't fit into the other lock. After organizing my thoughts, I suddenly realized.
Why, when you use it on one lock, does the other keyhole get smaller?
Did they really need to make it smaller? If it was to be rendered unusable, why not just cover the keyhole instead of making it smaller?
Was this a trap to get us to search for another non-existent key? Or..?
I find myself looking at an antique key in my hand.
There is only one key. Desperate as it is, there are no other keys.
However, if I could make this one big key smaller... so as to fit in that lock?
Could it be that there's another key hidden inside it?
I can't use it anymore anyway. There is no problem breaking it.
I bent down and pounded the key into the ground.
"Joe? What's going on?"
"There's only one key, but there could be another one in it!"
It took a little time, but somehow the key finally broke.
It wasn't just borken. Inside was another small key.
"Bingo!"
There was less than a half-minute left.
I tried to put my key into the Sara's device, but I couldn't do it because it was shaking.
Take it easy, take it easy, and it should be fine.
Somehow I managed to turn the key. The sound of the restraints being released could be heard. I lent Sara a hand, and quickly got her off the bed."
Shortly afterwards, the cellphone's timer began beeping loudly.
The bed was twisted into half by an unmerciful mechanical power.
I felt my back hair stand on end.
I made it in time, thank God. But what if I hadn't noticed the existence of the other key?
She could have died.
Sara too, without saying a word, stared at the bed reminiscent of a torture device.
We were left speechless, but I forced out a smile.
"Seems like I managed to live up to your trust somehow."
When I held out my hand, Sara responded with a wry smile.
"Idiot, is this the time to act cool?"
Whose hand was trembling? I couldn't tell.
After taking a little break and regaining our composure, Sara and I left the room.
A dark corridor stretched to both sides, with no lights.
"It was strange that the door wasn't locked. To make matters worse, my phone battery died at a seemingly deliberate time, leaving me in the dark."
But, I couldn't stay still.
I went backwards carefully with Sara behind me while keeping my hands on the wall."
Where exactly are we? What reason could there be for us being kidnapped?
"Joe, Joe!?”
While thinking of this, I got a strange feeling as though floating in air.
The floor should've been under my feet, but it was gone. Was this... a hole?
And again, I lost consciousness.
"02. Sara's Point of View"
"It was something I decided when I was a child, though it wasn't told by anyone."
Never do to others what you wouldn't want done to yourself.
At the same time, I also decided that the kindness you did for me was something I would cherish forever. If possible, I want to do the same for others.
That feeling became even stronger when I met Joe in my first year of high school.
At first glance, he seems carefree and thoughtless, but Joe has a keen ability to read people. He always offers what they subconsciously seek without them even realizing it.
Indeed, it was just before I got involved in this strange situation. Joe came to pick me up at school and walked with me home.
"It's scary... I'm scared, Joe. Someday I might get killed."
After that, a stalker appeared, and we barely managed to escape. But when I expressed my fears, Joe said this to me, not as a mere consolation or a way to brush me off, but with genuine sincerity.
"I won't let that happen. Call me anytime!"
Joe probably doesn't know how much those words saved me.
Joe stretched out a hand to me, when I was about to break down.
Joe, to whom I introduced, is now dating Ryoko from another class. They are very similar in their selfless attitude and they make a great couple.
Those two people were important to me Of course, I have no intention whatsoever of getting in Ryoko's way.
But, when things are rough, may I rely on Joe for help?
Just as he promised, could I call out for his name...
"Joe......"
I wake up to my own muttering.
"Hmm...? What was I just saying? Why was I even sleeping in the first place?"
As my stream of consciousness awaken, all that had happened before came back to me in flashes.
That's right. We fell down a hole after escaping from the room where we were kidnapped.
"Oh, you're finally awake."
Prompted by an unfamiliar voice, I stood straight. This time it was not a small room but a large space somewhere. My body wasn't bound either. And in front of me was a blond man I never met before.
I stood up instantly and instinctively distanced myself from that man.
"Who are you...?"
He was tall, with a sturdy physique that seemed like he was into some kind of martial arts. He looked somewhat unkempt with dark circles under his eyes. I'd say he was in his early twenties.
He is wearing a rather unique collar, perhaps in fashion.
The blond man laughed at me, as if it is strange that I am being cautious.
"Here is..."
"Who knows? I was abducted too, you know."
"Huh, you too?"
We were in a spacious, sterile room with a high ceiling. I didn't seem to be injured, so we probably didn't fall directly from the ceiling there...
When I returned my gaze forward, I was startled to see that me and the blond man weren't alone. Several people were gathered and causing a commotion over there.
"Who the hell are you people! Where in the world are we!"
We don't know either! Calm down!"
A woman with heavy makeup, reminiscent of a Visual Kei idol, was screaming and a huge man was responding to her. There was also a girl in work clothes and a calm man with an apron.
“Is there anyone who can explain this to me?!”
"Oh, well. What's all this about...? We're in a bind, aren't we?"
Most of them appeared to be in a state of panic, and they didn't seem to have noticed that I was awake.
"Could it be that everyone was kidnapped and brought here?"
I checked my surroundings while telling myself to stay calm.
Besides the boy in the hoodie, there was also a guy with a beanie, as well as a adult man dressed in a suit, who seemed strange. The timid-looking girl was trembling, seated on the floor.
There are a surprising number of people. Including me, there should be about ten people here.
No, that's not all. Joe was looking around cautiously, a bit off in the distance.
"Joe!"
My tense heart suddenly softened. As I rushed toward him, Joe looked unusually on guard and offered me a faint smile.
"Sara..."
"What's wrong? Why are you speaking so quietly? Are you hurt somewhere?"
"No, that's not it. I'm just a bit unsure of what to do about this situation."
Someone came up behind us as we were talking.
It was the blond man with eerie dark circles under his eyes.
"Hmm, I see. So, Joe and Sara, huh? You guys are friends, aren't you?"
And that's when I realized, despite his laid-back demeanor, the blond man had a sharp look in his eyes.
Intimidated by his imposing presence, I was taken aback, and he let out a mere hint of a smile.
"Thanks, you saved me the trouble. Your friend, Joe, was it? He wasn't very forthcoming. Didn't even tell me his name, probably because he's so cautious."
The blond man said. Joe averted his eyes, feeling uncomfortable.
I was surprised to see Joe, who never doubts anyone, showing signs of suspicion.
The blond man smiled at Joe and then called out to the people who were present.
"Okay, everyone listen up. I'm sure we're thinking the same thing. Where are we? Why did they bring us here? All I know is who I am."
From his smooth manner of speaking, it was apparent that he was good at leading people.
"I am just concerned that you don't seem at all fazed by this strange situation.
"Why are you asking?"
On edge, the girl in the work uniform asks.
"I suggest we introduce ourselves to everyone. That way, we can try to eliminate some of the distrust between each other."
They look at each other's faces, except for the timid girl who was crouched down.
So we decided to disclose our names and occupations.
Woman with heavy makeup. Name: Reko Yabusame. Occupation: Singer-songwriter.
Huge man. Name: Q-Taro Burgerberg. Occupation: Reserve baseball player
Adult man in a suit. Name: Kazumi Mishima. Occupation: Highschool teacher.
Girl in work clothes. Name: Nao Egokoro, Occupation: Art college student
Man wearing an apron. Name: Kai Satou, Occupation: Homemaker.
Boy in the hoodie. Name: Gin Ibushi, Occupation: Elementary school student (6th grade).
Man with the beanie: Name: Sou Hiyori, Occupation: Job-hopper.
"It may not be the best way to put it, but I felt that there were a lot of shady characters around. Judging by their appearance, they each had a quirk or two."
I was particularly cautious towards Mishima-sensei, the adult man in a suit. Because of the glasses he wore and his hairstyle, which was like a mad scientist.
"By the way, I said earlier that I'm a high school teacher. I teach Japanese and art."
As Mishima-sensei is explaining himself, the blond man interjects.
"Are you a teacher at a school? You don't look the part."
"Yeah, I get that a lot."
"I'm not going to lie, but it's pretty suspicious."
The blond man's expression briefly sharpened, and then a woman stepped forward.
"You have no right to say that! Please apologize to the teacher!"
It was Nao, a college student who wore work clothes.
"Woah there, missy.."
"I apologize. She's actually one of my former students. Please excuse her."
"She's a great teacher! Don't judge a book by its cover!"
I was torn about my judgment, but it was indeed wrong to judge by appearance. I am ashamed of that. His demeanor was suspicious, but when I talked to him, he was more mature and gentle than anyone else.
Mishima-san mutters to himself, despondent, "I guess I do look a bit suspicious. Shocking."
Although he seemed genuinely sorry, some people laughed at the contrast between his appearance and his demeanor. From then on, the atmosphere around us became slightly more relaxed.
"By the way, as I mentioned earlier, I'm a homemaker, and my specialty dish is Egg Benedict."
Kai-san, who had a feminine face, spoke without expression, and Q-taro-san, who is a baseball player, advanced the conversation.
"How complicated, calling yourself a homemaker instead of a chef... Oh wait, where did my phone go? And what's it with that frying pan and ladle?"
"For some reason, they were in the room I was just in, so I took them for self-defense. Oh, I'm sorry that I didn't take notice, would you like to use one?"
"Don't need no ladle..."
Is the room he said he was in earlier, the same room where we had our first trial?
We might have all been subjected to that same trial.
As evidence, while talking with Professor Mishima and his former student Nao-san, I discovered that they too overcame the exact same trial Joe and I faced.
Apart from the trial, there were other things that the people present in thsi room had in common.
It was strange that everyone had a collar on them without their knowledge. It seemed impossible to remove, so although we were uneasy, we had no choice but to leave the strange collar on."
There were many unexplained things. Still, a little later, both Joe and I introduced ourselves as well.
I thought Joe would talk as cheerfully as always, but he remained cautious.
Joe asked the blonde man:
"Um... we haven't heard your self-introduction yet. Would you mind sharing it with us?"
"Oh, come to think of it, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Keiji Shinogi."
Afterwards, the blond man discloses himself as well.
"I work as a policeman."
Blond man. Name: Keiji Shinogi. Profession: Police officer
Everyone was astonished, as you would expect, especially Joe.
"Oh...policeman? If that was the case, you should have told us right away! I was on guard for nothing."
Keiji the policeman reacts to Joe's remark.
"By the way, what were you on guard for?"
"Well, I thought there might be someone that was—a criminal who infiltrated us by pretending to be a victim."
Joe said this while appearing tense, and he stared intently at Keiji. That's when I finally understood the meaning of Joe's vigilance towards his surroundings up until that point.
Just then, a cheerful laugh echoed in the room. Keiji was laughing.
"Are you, by any chance, trying to protect your girlfriend next to you? You're quite the character."
"No, it's not like that. To begin with, Sara is my best friend."
As Joe turned red and looked down, even grown-up Mishima-sensei laughed.
"Oh, to be young again. Hahaha."
"Hey, stop laughing like that, old man! It's creepy!"
"Oh? Now that's rude."
Elementary school student Gin was protesting against Mishima-sensei while ending his sentences with strange words.
Among the eleven, there were even young elementary school students like Gin.
I wonder if one of them truly is the criminal who kidnapped us. It's hard to tell.
Suddenly, my gaze fell upon the timid-looking girl who remained seated on the floor, alone, apart from the group.
The child was no doubt a victim. As I approached her, she flinched back, and jumped when she saw me.
"Are you okay?"
"Ugh, ah, ahh, uhh..."
She was trembling and crying. She seemed pretty shaken up.
I thought that it might be better to leave her alone, but if I don't act now, this girl will be all on her own.
In such a situation, what should I do? I wondered. Then I remembered how others had helped me in the past. After some deliberation, I decided to sit down next to the girl.
It was okay if I couldn't convey her words of encouragement directly, but I wanted her to know that she wasn't alone.
"I'm sorry, talking to you so suddenly."
"N-no, it's okay. I should be sorry. I couldn't talk very well."
"I didn't know what circumstances had made her so scared, but I could tell she was a kind girl. Even in her own time of trouble, she was considerate to others."
I thought it might be a bit bold, but I gently placed my hand on her trembling back.
It's okay, take your time. There's no need to rush.
"Huh?"
"After you've calmed down, just let me know, I'll help you introduce yourself. If it's okay with you, I can stay by your side until you calm down."
When I smiled at her, a tear welled up in the timid girl's eyes.
"Hmm, sorry. Maybe you would prefer to introduce yourself alone..."
"No, it's not that. I... um... uh, well."
For a while, she hung her head and kept shivering.
"Uhm, I'm... sorry... I'll introduce myself.”
"Are you okay? You don't have to strain yourself."
“Yes, thanks to you, I feel a little more relaxed.”
Then I returned to the group with the timid girl.
“M-my name is... Kanna Kizuchi. I'm in my second year of junior high.”
Timid girl. Name: Kanna Kizuchi. Occupation: Middle School Student (2nd Year)
Everyone was listening to Kanna's self-introduction. They were probably wondering why she had been so scared before, it seemed to be on their minds."
"I... I was kidnapped by the people in the black car with my sister on the way home from school.”
I was surprised by Kanna's story in two ways.
Someone had kidnapped Kanna and her older sister. But it was only her here, which meant...
There were others who realized it too. Kai, who calls himself a homemaker, asked unflichingly, as others seemed unable to.
"Do you mean your older sister was with you? However, I cannot see her around now..."
"At that moment, Kanna tensed her shoulders. She hesitated, opening and closing her mouth without saying a word."
"Again, tears welled up in her innocent eyes."
"Oh, my sister is... She is... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"
Kanna grasps her head and starts screaming.
Her voice cracked with emotion, and she let out a wordless cry of anguish.
"S-she's dead! My sister Kugie died! Why? How come? I'm the one at fault! Uwaaaa... a-a-aaaaahhhh!"
...dead? Does that mean it was in that first trial?
After screaming at the top of her lungs, Kanna collapsed to the ground, fainted.
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