Hey, mum…

So Akane’s unconscious from whatever the fuck went down at the Volcano. I’ll split this letter in two.

We headed to Memorial Hill… which is a graveyard?

Anyways… it was terrible,

My heart ached as it pounded in my chest and cold trickles of fear slid along my skin. Sweat soaked my clothes as it broke out from every pore. The stench of rotting corpses filled my nose. I nearly gagged, but the smell wasn't enough to stop my flight. I needed to go to the Ruins of Life.

I found a Phantump and into the Pokeball it went!

I nicknamed it “Ghostly” because… why not?

After catching Ghostly, I went into the forest.

Unaware someone was watching me.

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Then I got halfway through the woods and…

A voice called out from behind a tree.

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“Oh, Miss Sora?” Pulling himself out from behind the tree was a man with a white lab coat and green goggles. He had a goatee.

“Who are you?” I wrote.

“You cannot know my name, Miss Sora, but I know yours.” The man smirked.

“Uh, red flags?” I wrote to myself.

His eyes widened slightly when he saw my unconscious sister. “Who is that?”

“It’s my sister, Akane.” I wrote down. My pen made a noise.

The man didn’t look happy. “Miss Sora. I would appreciate it if you would kindly lower your volume by several decibels if possible. It is extremely difficult to concentrate on my studies with all this hullabaloo.”

“I can’t speak,” I wrote down.

“How?” The man asked.

“It’s a long story.” I wrote down.

The man looked creepy. “I do not wish to present myself as some sort of scoundrel in saying so but I feel I must stress my lack of involvement in the affairs of my co-workers at the Aether Foundation. My work, on the other hand, is the lifeblood of my calling as a scholar. To be distracted from my work, even in matters of such grave importance such as these, is simply impermissible.”

So this man came from the Aether Foundation.

Then he got a camera and held onto my neck.

"Please, be quick." I pleaded with the man in a pathetic, high-pitched squeal of my pen.

He laughed at me again while his hold on my neck tightened. "I don't think so, Miss Sora. I'm going to take my time ruining every inch of your gorgeous body."

I cried out for help, but no one came.

I broke free.

I couldn't remember most of what happened next. I think my brain immediately purged the memories out of my mind due to how traumatic they were. I only remember the start where I was running away from the man and then waking up to find him clutching a photo.

“At least I got a good underskirt photo!” He chuckled.

Then he left me and my comatose sister alone.

Thank fuck.

What the hell does this dude think he is? A pervert who takes underskirt photos?

Anyways…

After that horrible encounter, we headed to the Ruins of Life.

But we met some Junko Enoshima rip-off.

So Junko ripoff fights me. The battle’s smooth sailing.

So Junko ripoff has a name, and it’s Plumiera.

She’s Team Skull’s head Admin (and maybe Mental Hospital Escapee).

Next is the ruins of life!