Chapter 2 Temptation

[This chapter was edited by Arthur300000, Deathbricks, and Bunny]

I woke up feeling confused, dizzy and absolutely sick in my stomach. When my eyes began to focus I tried to take a look around the room, but it was too bright to discern anything of note yet. My arms and legs seemed to be bound to the chair I was seated in with metal cuffs thicker than my arms. ‘It’s an alien abduction’ I concluded.

“Little miss, are you awake yet?” A caucasian man wearing square sunglasses called out to me. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath, and strangely enough I couldn't help but notice the scent of ironed clothes coming from him. I was too dizzy and confused to ask for his name, so in my head I decided to just call him Mr. Anderson for now.

“What's happening?” I asked Mr. Anderson while trying to focus on my small hands. The feeling of hard, cold metal on my skin was uncomfortable. I tried to yank my left arm from the wrist cuff a few times, but it refused to budge.

“After you gave a 'fantastic performance' in front of a six-year-old boy, his mother called the police. However, they discovered that you had no ID. It was also discovered that your brainwave scans and fingerprints didn't match anything in our database, so they transferred you to us.” Well, no Mr. Anderson, you got one thing wrong. It’s not fantastic; it’s incredibly fantastic!

I found out that when I laid my head on the chair’s metal headrest, it felt nice and cool. The feeling of nausea and dizziness also receded when I closed my eyes in this position. I heard Mr.Anderson scribbling something on his clipboard, but I was too preoccupied to care about what he's writing.

“Sorry about your current treatment. However, it’s the standard procedure for first contact with any outsider. We have to restrain you until you’re considered safe and stable.” Standard procedure, huh? Then that means there have been other cases like me. Also, ‘outsider’ seems to refer to people like me. Nevertheless, I don’t care about going back to my old shitty world anyway. Just screw the other outsiders for now.

After the feelings of dizziness and nausea reached a more bearable level, I opened my eyes to observe the room again. The room was illuminated brightly, however, there were no light bulbs to be seen. It’s like the entire surface of the ceiling itself is glowing. The only exit appeared to be a futuristic looking door and it looked very sturdy. The walls looked thick and the floor felt cold to my bare feet, both appeared to be made of metal.

In front of me were a variety of items, which I recognised to have been from my Skyrim inventory, laid out on a big, metallic table.

“Let’s start with your name first. What is your name, little miss?” After Mr. Anderson waited for me to finish observing the room before he started again.

“Kuro” I used my character name because I didn’t want to explain why I had a male name.

“How old are you?” Mr. Anderson asked me while scribbling something on his clipboard.

“30 years old” I gave him an honest answer.

Mr.Anderson silently stared at me for a few seconds.

“Nice try, Ms. Kuro, but not to mention your looks, even your brainwaves indicate that you are only about 15 years old.” Well, I’m sorry I stopped growing after I shut myself in.

A feeling of hunger registered in my brain. I've had nothing to eat since yesterday huh? I didn’t know what time it was, but I had a feeling that told me that it had already been too long since my usual breakfast time. Luckily, I didn’t have the urge to pee yet. When did I pee last night?

“Since you are so good at lying, how about this?” He walked to a panel near the door and pressed some buttons. A few seconds later, he took steaming bowl from the opening near the door. The smell of pork, bread crumbs, soy sauce, eggs, and other ingredients I didn't recognize assaulted my nose. Don’t tell me it's...

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“If you don’t lie anymore, after your questioning is over you can have this bowl of pork cutlet rice.” It’s katsudon. Isn’t this the legendary katsudon interrogation technique?!

Because of the intense aroma the katsudon in front of me emitted, saliva started to flood my mouth. I gulped several times while nodding vigorously.

“Next question. Do you have a hobby of collecting body parts?" He pointed at a group of items on the table that were composed of a falmer’s ear, giant’s toes, and a lot of eyes.

“No, those are ingredients for potion making.” I felt a sudden surge of appreciation that Skyrim crafting materials didn't include things such as a tiger or mammoth dick as an item.

“You mean this kind of potion?” He showed me an ultimate health potion.

“Yes” I answered quickly while staring at the katsudon. Now I felt my intestines moving violently in my tummy.

“Why do you make potions?” He moved his face closer to me while asking.

“For practice, for money, for fun” I listed whatever reasons that my food occupied brain could think of.

“So, are you a witch?” He guessed my job while expertly raising an eyebrow.

“No, I don’t have any job.” Some may call me a wizard after my 30th birthday, though.

“Why didn’t you have a job?” Mr. Anderson continued questioning.

“Because, I hadn't left my room for 15 years.” Yeah, once you start shutting yourself in, it’s difficult to go outside again.

“Why couldn’t you go out?” Are you a psychiatrist, Mr. Anderson?

“Well, I am unneeded. My family didn’t want to see me. No one wants to see me.” Are you happy now, Mr. Anderson? Please finish your questions before I start digesting myself.

I could shift myself into an ethereal form to escape my bindings, however, my newly acquired sixth sense told me that I shouldn’t do that. I had a feeling something might go terribly wrong if I moved out of the chair without permission. So, I decided to obediently sit still for now.

“If you haven't left your room since birth, then where did all these items come from?” He opened his arms to indicate all the items on the table.

Oops! Due to my clumsiness in answering the previous question, now this question was difficult to explain. “It appears out of thin air” would be unbelievable while “I picked it up from a monster's corpse” would be inconsistent with what I answered so far. My katsudon is on the line here.

“I got them from my family.” It’s difficult to admit but, without the money I smooched from my family, I never would've been able to play Skyrim, much less acquire these items.

“Then why did you request these items from your family.” Mr. Anderson pointed at the sets of weapons and armor.

“For entertainment” I didn't request these per se. Even so, all the items here are for entertainment.

*growl* Yeah, tell him my stomach! If you don't finish your questions soon, I may go on a rampage!

Mr. Anderson chuckled and walked over to the panel again and pressed some sequence of buttons. With an audible clunk the cuffs and bindings that previously restricted me were released at the same time.

“Enjoy your meal. While you do that I will explain your situation.” Before he finished his sentence, I started wolfing down the Katsudon in front of me. I couldn’t bite the food as much as I used to, but I could compensate it with speed.

“Due to national-security reasons, all the Items from the outside world will be confiscated by the government.” Mr. Anderson looked intently at me, but I was too busy shovelling food down my throat to mind him.

Well yeah, I didn’t mind, they could keep everything. I didn’t carry any game-breaking equipment with me anyway. All equipment I used was solely selected by its looks.

After I finished half of the bowl, I slowed down and started to savour the taste in my mouth. With my new body, I could vividly taste and smell the scent of the various ingredients in the food. A characteristic texture of the short-grain rice, the unique smell of pork, an uncommon fragrance of soy sauce, now, I can clearly taste all of those. I could almost discern how the egg was used in the cooking. Blissful, yes, blissful was the word that best described what the current moment was.

How long has it been since I had a proper meal? Maybe it was two years ago, when my cat, the only companion I had, passed away. It seems, when the one who gave me the courage to face tomorrow died, I began to escape from reality.

“Ahem! However, you can still select one of your items to bring with you. Of course, we will release it after we verify its safety.” Mr. Anderson continued after a long pause.

It didn't matter much which item. Not to mention the stinky ingredients that I want to get rid of, it’s all outdated equipment. Fight gun with a holy sword? Forget it. I liked to keep my inventory menu clean, so most of my valuable items were in my house safe box. Sadly, those items weren't transported with me. I finished cleaning the bowl with my tongue. Ah, I felt so full, but I still wanted to eat more. I felt apprehensive to the next meal in this world.

Oh! There was one item that I always kept as a lucky charm for my character. So, I point at that certain book.

It's a book named “The Lusty Argonian Maid volume I”.