...And the pictures have changed again.

That man - my former so-called father - at least he looked somewhat like me. Who is this?

Little matter. I hardly spoke with the last one.

But Serenade...

Damn it. I keep to myself trying to devise a way or at least a theory on how to escape this place or at least how to avoid falling victim to it and in the process, I shut myself away so tightly I don't even notice that everyone keeps turning into drones...

Maybe I'm going about this all wrong...

[That all this time Autor has been keeping to himself goes without saying, so far holing up in his room whenever he could afford it after going out long enough to hunt down any information on this eerie town he could possibly find and locking himself in whenever anything strange was afoot.

So far he's kept himself safe.

But otherwise he has made absolutely no headway on the nature of this place or how to find his way back to Goldcrown.

It probably hasn't been particularly good for his mental state, either, still unsure what sort of reaction he should be having toward seeing a girl who definitely looked to be Rue.

But he's continued to be as all alone as he could be, even after the pictures started to change, implying potential allies in his for-all-intents-and-purposes family. After all, surely everyone here wanted the same thing, which was to get out of here?

But now, the one person he'd started strongly considering speaking to is nowhere to be found.]

...She's not here anymore, is she? Her name was Nia, I believe? Has anyone seen her?

[Just the typical waking-up of a young boy.

Autor stretches stiffly with a yawn muffled by a pillow, feeling around blindly on a bedside stand within arm's length for something that he does find - a pair of glasses. Apparently too distracted by the task at hand, both forcing himself to get up in the morning without anything to look forward to and finding his specs, to realize that the bed doesn't feel like his own.

He sits up and doesn't open his eyes until the things are on.]

Uaaahhh... What? I can hardly see... I cleaned these as thoroughly as I could afford the time for last night...

[He takes them off with a small and groggy moan of irritation and starts rubbing the lenses on the corner of his blanket. Which causes him to focus on them. Which causes him to take a good look at their size and shape.]

These... they aren't mine.

[And then he looks up.

That's not all that's not his.

He realizes that everything, the layout and color of the room, the quality of the blankets, everything looks and feels nothing like anything in his room.

Since they're all he has to work with, he puts the glasses back on, squinting through them as he stumbles out of bed and darts throughout the room, "examining" everything in it.]

...My... my books are gone... all of them. And my watch... and my glasses...

My uniform isn't in the closet, what - what are these clothes?

And outside -

This... this is NOT Goldcrown.

This isn't home...

Fakir, what did you write...?

Or... no. His powers are far too weak for him to write me into an entire different location or alter the town this much. Or my perceptions in case this is all just a hallucination...

Ohh, god, what's going on...?