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Hah—you've got nowhere left to run!
Under Nanami's relentless assault, the doll-like girl is driven into the farthest corner.
...Um...
Strange colors flicker through her hollow eyes as conflicting emotions cross her face.
Did you come from the Hetero Tower?
Hetero Tower... [player name]...
So you do know Commandant's name!
Looking fierce, she brandishes her longsword menacingly.
How's Commandant doing?! Spill it now!
[player name]... Hetero Tower... Leave...
Multiple consciousnesses seem to be wrestling for control of the body, leaving Chaos in a state of confusion.
It's the Punishing Virus...
After several shifts in consciousness, the pale girl slowly raises her head to face the mechanoid.
[player name]... left the Hetero Tower.
Time flows chaotically within the Hetero Tower—it's unclear when exactly [player name] left.
What do you mean?!
It could be tomorrow, a hundred years from now, or even a thousand years ahead.
No one... knows exactly when [player name] is going to appear.
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What's going on with the mutated Red Tide?
The Punishing Virus... fusion... Hetero Tower going haywire...
Recycle... information... civilization...
The look on the girl's face becomes empty once again as she forces out broken fragments of words.
...It's too late...
Crimson tears slowly stream down her face.
Get out... get out...
Chaos slowly melts away, her form dissolving into streams of red and white that flow into the surging tide.
But we're out of time...
Nanami stares blankly at where Chaos vanished. Time seems to be flying—the countdown ticking forward relentlessly, each second marked by crystal-clear ticks of the clock.
<phonetic=Nanami!>Commandant...</phonetic>
Her frame moves at full speed as she races back to the starship, dialing the terminal number she knows by heart.
<phonetic=Nanami!>Commandant...</phonetic>
As always, the terminal returns nothing but a disconnection signal.
<phonetic=Nanami>Commandant</phonetic>, where exactly are you...
How in the world am I supposed to find you when I don't know which time or space you are in... when I don't even have any coordinates to work with?
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She stubbornly dials the terminal number once more, but to no avail, once again.
Sigh.
Nanami stares at the silent terminal in confusion.
"They've left the Hetero Tower..." How am I supposed to find you when that's the only thing I know?
But given who I am, things are probably gonna be okay, right?
Sigh...
She clenches her fist, trying to cheer herself up like before, but halfway through speaking to the terminal, she can't help but let out another sigh.
It could be tomorrow, a hundred years from now, or even a thousand years ahead...
What exactly am I supposed to do? I don't even know if I can live that long!
Nanami... Nanami is a mechanoid, so it should be possible... as long as my frame is well maintained...
She rubs her cheeks.
Uhh...
Alright! I'm so gonna do this! New mission objective: live for the next thousand years!
The terminal call hasn't automatically disconnected, and the cold voicemail prompt indicates she can leave a message. Nanami rubs her cheeks again, her enthusiasm returning in full force.
<phonetic=Nanami>Commandant</phonetic>, where are you now?!
Nanami doesn't know how you're doing now, or when you'll hear this message...
If you get this message, just be good and stay right where you are! Nanami will try super hard to live until the far, far future, or maybe I'll try to find a way to go to the distant, distant past—
In any case, as long as you're somewhere in this universe...
<phonetic=I>Nanami</phonetic>will find you, <phonetic=Nanami>Commandant</phonetic>!
