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[Rebecca's POV]

'...'

'...'

'How long has it been?'

"Let me out..." Rebecca weakly said, the white room making her voice echo.

She did not know how much time had passed, a few years? A decade? Her perception of time had long gone.

And the notes.. she kept receiving notes from Reinhardt.

She did not know what his goal was, he mostly asked about how she was doing.

Rebecca didn't even bother reading them past a certain point, immediately ripping them up the moment a note appeared.

However, today was a bit different, for some reason, she was not able to rip the note apart no matter how hard she tried.

'It's definitely made out of paper' She examined it and tried ripping it again but was unsuccessful.

She sighed and decided to indulge upon his whims, reading the indestructible note.

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I will be picking you up shortly, get ready.