Unmade Chapter 3: chapter 3: questions and answers

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Vale looked at Rose with a blank expression. She smiled kindly at him, but he knew she wanted something, after all, she had said it herself: they had much to talk about. For a moment, silence filled the room. Then Vale cleared his throat and finally asked the question that had been weighing on his mind. Looking her straight in the eyes, he spoke in a low, steady tone: “Miss Roseramy, who exactly was it that saved me?” Rose reacted immediately, her face lighting up with excitement. It was as if she had been waiting for that very question. “Please, call me Rose,” she said, her voice warm and gentle. “As for the one who saved you… how about, instead of me telling you, you meet him tomorrow afternoon? Does that sound good?” Though she hadn’t truly answered his question, Vale found himself satisfied. He had wanted to thank his savior in person anyway. But the conversation didn’t end there. Before the quiet could settle again, Rose’s tone shifted. her voice grew colder, sharper. Vale watched as her smile faded, replaced by an expression he couldn’t quite read. Determination? Anger? Fear? Her emotions seemed to blur together, but her gaze was unwavering. piercing, as if it could reach into his very soul. Slowly, Rose reached into her pocket and pulled out a photograph. She handed it to him, her voice calm but heavy with meaning. “Vale… do you know this woman?” Vale studied the photograph, searching for anything that might seem familiar. It showed a dark-haired woman standing in a dimly lit room, the shadows swallowing everything but her pale skin. A single cigarette burned between her lips, its faint glow the only light in the picture. Her eyes, however, were hidden, concealed by the angle of the shot. He stared for a while, trying to recall any woman who might resemble her, but nothing came. His memory failed him once again. He couldn’t remember a single thing. 'This sucks' Vale thought bitterly. Not having any memory of his life before waking up in that sea of darkness was becoming more than just an inconvenience, it was a curse. “I can’t recall ever seeing or knowing the woman in this picture,” Vale said quietly, a trace of regret in his voice. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you with your investigation.” Rose didn’t respond right away. She simply studied him, one hand covering her mouth while the other supported her chin. Her eyes were sharp, piercing, as if trying to reach inside him, to seize his very soul and squeeze the truth from it. Vale found her gaze unsettling, but his expression didn’t change. It remained as it had been from the start: calm and distant. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Rose suddenly spoke. Her voice was cheerful, almost childlike, like a kid delighted to receive candy. “Ohhh, don’t worry about it, Vale. I can tell you’re being honest, so I appreciate your words, even if they don’t help us any further.” As she spoke, Rose shifted in her seat, straightening her posture. She no longer slouched as she had before, her presence now felt brighter, more composed. “You must be eager to ask some of those questions you’ve been holding back, huh? Don’t be shy! Ask me any and all the questions on your mind.” She said it proudly, as though she held all the knowledge the world could offer. But Vale didn’t have many questions left. He thought for a while, considering what mattered most, then finally exhaled and asked: “Where exactly are we?” His gaze drifted around the room. The place resembled a hospital it was clean, bright and filled with odd medical instruments he didn’t recognize. In response, Rose’s face lit up with a wide smile. “Aha, so that’s your second question! A good one indeed.” She paused for a breath, then continued, her tone turning almost boastful. “We, dear Vale, are in the medical wing of the Roseramy Organization, one of the greatest medical facilities in the world!” She said it proudly, like a child showing off a prize to their parents. Vale blinked, caught off guard by her words. “The… Roseram