Cause my world is pathetic.
Electricity doesn't exist.
I can feel that now. Because the place around me is screaming NO ELECTRICITY!
It's doing that in a good way though.
In a really good way. In a really good looking way, a way that enchants me and brings me out of my thoughts, of my thinking about Youta coming, and them rounding up the homelesses for something, or the way my flow acted when I moved around in a way it never did before.
There's a lot of thoughts in my mind. There's also a lot of exhaustion, but everything that happened woke me up thankfully enough.
I'm awake enough to enjoy this comfortable place.
It's more comfortable than my previous house.
Not...my house in this world. Even if it is. This hallway is more comfortable than my current house. But...
Damn.
It's better than my own house. My previous house.
In my previous world.
Aesthically at least.
They really tried their best with this part of the brothel, it's really cozy. Warm too. I don't know what makes the whole thing WARM, I can't see anything that looks like it could generate heat.
But it's warm.
And it's silent. So silent. So calm. I can hear almost nothing as if everything around was covered and insulated, I feel like I'm in the room of a youtuber or something, with those mossy things on the wall they use to make sure the sound doesn't come out or go in.
That's not what's on the wall around me though.
No, that's something cooler looking.
And soft.
My fingers. Wet fingers, press against the wall, tracing the warm and soft velvet material plastering the wall.
It's so soft. A mix of purple red, it's velvet colored really. It's on every part of the walls, covering what I know to be ugly looking wooden walls.
This soft like rug material is everywhere, carefully trimmed and hugging the wall, ceiling, and ground to make sure anyone touching or stepping on it cannot hear anything but the muffled sound of their footsteps and the way their heart beat.
The color of said...rug? Should I call it rug? It's a rug, a wallpaper, and a ceiling all at the same time. In any case, the beautiful color that has probably been dyed comes out even more because of the light hitting it.
Yes.
The light.
There's no window around me. Just like I didn't saw any outside. But there's definetly light.
And it comes in the form of lanterns made of...paper?
Did you ever saw those original Japanese festival? Where everyone wear yukatas and everything looked ancient and traditional?
Well, it's the kind of lamp you'd see from there. Getting on my tiptoes and touching the lamp, who's emiting a soft yellow/red light, I can feel a small amount of warmth from it.
And the texture. Again. Feels like some sort of hard paper.
There are lots of those lamps around the hallway. Hallway who leads directly forward, no turn right or left where I'm standing yet.
It's just me. Standing in a hallway filled with a low yellow/red light, that touches the beautiful sort of purple covering every walls around me, warmth suffusing my body from who knows where.
Kinda. Fucking. Comfortable.
It also looks better than my previous house.
Well, probably just LOOK better, after all, my previous one still had warm water and electricity.
Hah. Barbarians.
In any case.
I'M FINALLY IN! YIPPEE!
I almost want to pull out my best dance move -I do crazy shit when I'm tired- but the way the silence presses on me stops me, this room is like, mighty silent, and even if my magic is just as thick there that it was outside.
It doesn't change the fact that I don't want to risk making sound.
Especially with that Yamato bear guy around, who's apparently gonna round up the homeless?
Urgh. And now I'm thinking about politics. And my mother ISN'T even inside anymore!
Whatever. Whatever. Focus nebe. Focus. You need info to crush this brothel, or pull your mother away from there. Whatever is faster and easier.
Talking about it. What do I know about this brothel?
Okay, so, it's cozy? It's in the poor district, lots of homeless, and non-homeless in it, getting some food and a shower doesn't seem that hard for the homelesses, looks cheaper than a lot of shit from the rich district. Which is...something and...
Uh.
There's prostitutes, and there's this bear guy that protect the workers when they get in. They probably get a cut from working, doubt it's a lot. Then there's staff? And then they round up homeless, and the youta guy sounds like the boss
Andddddddd
Uh....
How the fuck do I use that now?
Do I just.
Kill the youta guy?
My feet slide on the comfortable rug, probably made of some kind of treated fur, and as they do, I can feel an odd thing in the ridiculous amount of flow around me. I was sure of it. Couldn't really focus on it while dodging the bear and getting inside without getting caught, but my flow is moving, somehow.
It's moving a bit. It's subtle. But it's moving in a way that's noticeable.
Whenever I slide my foot and advance, my flow is moving faster than usual.
...okay?
So movements help? I stop moving, and focus on my surroundings while thinking.
Killing youta might work if he's the head. But wouldn't another guy try to become the head if he dies?
Do I need to kill everyone?
...doesn't feel like a really subtle option.
I need to take example from my flow. Who's really subtle. But even if it is. I'm getting used to it, and I know what to look for now. So yes. I'm pretty sure of it.
My flow moves when I slide on the ground. It stays still when I stay still.
To confirm it, I start sliding on the ground once again. Getting closer to the first intersection of the hallway.
And yep.
It's real small. And I can only see it because of my practice and because of how much fucking flow there's around me.
But it's moving.
...okay?
What does it do though?
No idea.
I do continue to observe it until I reach the intersection though. And I'm greeted with a pretty cool looking place.
Right in front of me. Stairs. Seperated in two. On the left, big stairs who aren't covered in velvet but are made of polished wood leading somewhere up, to a floor above -FUCKIN KNEW IT THERE WERE MORE FLOORS!- and on the right, separated by a railing...stairs.
That lead.
Down.
Huh?
The prostitute of before, that entered with me, is descending those stairs right now.
They have an...attic?
Or something?
I don't know. Stepping down one stair I feel the air changing. It's getting warmer. And it's not because of the cute looking ornamental candle resting on the railing. The fire blocked inside a metal-like structure, making sure no dumb bastard can make the candle fall and burn everything.
Deciding to step back for a second. I look left. Right. On the left, a hallway with some doors. On the right.
The same.
Now....
What path would help me commit a genocide.
Or save my mother.
Left? Right? Up? Down?