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The conversation involves two characters: one male and one female. Look at their necks on the comic cover for more details.
II: "Hey, you! Hey!"
A girl is looking in my direction. I have no idea who she is...
Is she talking to me?
II: Are you okay?
I stay silent, unable to speak. My body aches inexplicably, making it impossible to move.
I try leaning against the wall. It's a bit difficult, but I manage.
II: You look exhausted. Your body seems fine, but your mind is in turmoil. It's like you've just been tortured.
...
Tortured?...
I strain my mind to recall what happened to me before...
I don't remember.
My past is a blur—my memories are so faint it's unsettling. My head hurts.
Yet, something inside me is clawing at my body, an unbearable discomfort.
Strangely, I can endure it... That's what worries me the most.
Before I can think further, the girl continues talking.
II: Hey! Why aren't you moving? Are you hurt?
I try to respond weakly.
I: I'm fine...
II: ...Really?
I: ...Yeah.
Hearing that, she seems relieved. So am I. I'm glad she's not the overly anxious type.
She continues with a serious expression.
II: If you're still not fully awake, let me explain the situation!
I: I'm listening...
II: Do you see around you? There's nothing here.
I suddenly realize... There's no light here. Only darkness envelops this place. Yet, I can see the girl clearly despite the absence of any light...
How strange.
II: But I can see you as clearly as daylight! It's a weird phenomenon!
I: Yeah...
I nod in agreement, though I don't understand anything.
II: Do you have any idea what this is?
I hesitate at the question. Of course, I don't know.
I: I don't know either.
II: Is that so?
She falls silent for a few seconds. Her mood suddenly shifts. Her face brightens as if nothing happened.
II: Anyway, let's introduce ourselves first! Hmm-hmm!
I: Huh?... Oh, okay...
II: Hello! My name is Han, Vietnam. I don't like using surnames. Nice to meet you—though it's a shame it's in this dark world!
I: ...
II: What about you?
I: Huh? Me?
II: Of course you! Who else is around here?
Though I hear her, my mind isn't fully focused on the conversation.
I: Well... My name is Lumo. Nice to meet you...
II: Lumo...? I've never heard that name before.
I: Well, now you have.
II: What does it mean?
I don't know the meaning of my name—it's not even my real name. But it's the most precious thing I have... just a name, yet so important to me.
I: My name was given by a girl...
II: So you don't know?
I: ...No. She's already dead. I never got to ask.
II: What about your nationality?
I: I don't know...
II: Humm, humm... You look Western!
I: I don't know...
II: Umm... Okay then! Nice to meet you! Let's shake hands, my friend.
I: Huh? Oh... okay...
I reach out with my right hand.
II: Wrong hand! My right hand is injured.
I: You should've said so earlier.
We shake left hands instead... It feels awkward, but her hand is surprisingly warm compared to mine.
Rule 1: In this dark space, only 11 people are permitted. No more, no less.