It was very cold; my gasps for air could be seen – and it is near to the end of march. Both the floor, walls and ceiling were cold, the only rooms that were warm are the rooms I could not even enter; it smelt of rust and Mold; everything was unsanitary – everyone was too afraid to call out – not even me. We were paid to torture these poor beings, we were helpless; also helpful, but we are all possessed by our great fear. The only thing that protested were all below us. It almost seemed like he gone insane from the same cycle of pain – his hatred was beyond everyone else. (I couldn’t describe it) Suddenly, my nausea got the better of me (Me being pregnant, didn’t help my nausea.) I respected my Hiroyuki-sama and the others, greatly; I could not help, but notice that I was disgusted by the lack of hygiene in, specifically this site. (Some were treated with care; others were left to rot.) “How could any biological being live in this squalor?” said he, who was covered in wounds. I asked him multiple times, if he was okay; he claimed that it would be gone soon, in seconds, but they were still there. “Sometimes... We cannot be bothered to get rid of mess, so we just keep it there” I responded; my answer triggered him greatly. “Cannot be bothered? I spent centuries attempting to eradicate a pest, yet you cannot get rid of a minuscule mess?” I could tell what emotion there was under his mask; it was great anger. “you people are pathetic” he muttered furiously, pointing his hand at me. “I’m not the one who caused this mess!” I said without any thought. “goodbye” I then left the room; I shut the door on him with a loud slam. (Looking back, I deeply regret it.) I went to go see Hiroyuki-Sama. His demeanour was cold, “What do you want? Go and make it vague, Celeste. You already know I am a busy man” he greeted me with a quiet, uninterested voice. “Why do we keep this Foundation dirty?” Asked I, curious. “We have janitors, they just don’t want to do it.” responded Hiroyuki-sama. “But..., but...” “Stop asking stupid questions and be a good little girl, Celeste.” I left the only clean room in this entire foundation; it was a compact, square room. On the left side of the room there stood shelves filled to the brim with dusty books. A reddish-brown coffee table stood in front of the shelves, and it felt warm..., but the voice of Hiroyuki-Sama made the room cold. Like pages, Days passed by - they were all the same. Waking up, Working, Talking and Becoming bored, until of tragic day of the ninth of April – I do not want to talk about this day. The day would be remembered forever as my worst day. At the beginning, it would be the same as the last few days of late – suddenly – at (I think) 4:50 PM, The alarms started singing horribly, the walls went from the same cool, metal grey to an unpleasant, deep, blood, red. Many anomalies – both safe and dangerous -- emerged from their doors, causing endless and indescribable amounts of chaos. A seemingly thick pool of blood of many staff members scattered throughout the floor; Corpses filled the halls of this already messed up foundation. The few that remained were me, Hiroyuki-sama and a few anonymous others. I urgently ran to Hiroyuki-sama; holding and pointing a gun at a somewhat human’s head. I decided to hide; eavesdropping them. “You...,” said the figure; who was kneeling on the floor coloured in a deep, rich, red blood. “Spit it out, you do not have much time.” Replied Hiroyuki, who held a sniper near his head. “You people are the reason it still exists!
