Dalia:
Your son?... If you're looking for him here, no one came before you.
Ryan:
Maybe he left when the lights went out.
Arthur:
You didn't see him?
Ron:
Anyway, you should sit down and tell us your story.
Arthur:
I don't have time for that — I need to look for Luke.
Tommy:... Hmm…
Arthur:
…Why did the atmosphere just change? Did I say something wrong?
Chris:
Well… we just have some history with someone of the same name.
Arthur:
Must be something. Nice to meet you all — but I really need to go.
Ryan: Where to?
Arthur:
Up… maybe down… I have to start somewhere, right?
Ron:
That's true, but at least know where you are first. Check your perimeter.
Dalia:
Ha! "Perimeter," huh?
Arthur:
What should I even do…? Maybe organizing my thoughts will help.
Wait — I didn't get your names.
And how do you even understand her? She's speaking another language.
Ryan: You mean Lina and Emma?
Arthur: Oh, that's their names. Nice to meet you...
.....
…why the sudden silence....
Dalia:
Well… we don't really know what happened. We were talking to someone, and after that, suddenly Lina started speaking French, and Emma — Portuguese, I think.
Arthur:
…You're Dalia, right? Why did that happen?
Ryan:
We didn't have time to process it. It overwhelmed us.
I'm Ryan, by the way.
Ron:
It's obviously because of the illusion. I'm Ron.
Tommy:
What else could it be? The ugliness of your mom... No one speaks the same language anymore. I'm Tommy.
Arthur:
Huh?? Illusion? Same language? What are you all even talking about?
Ryan:
No way… you're a Normy?
Arthur: Ouch… that's kind of rude.
Dalia:
No, he's not kidding. I thought that was just a legend… but there are really people who live unaffected by the illusion.
What do you think, Reader?
Tommy:
Now that you mention it — Reader is from the real world, right? I never understood what "Reader" meant when he said I am from the real world...… could it be that Reader's also a Normy?
Ron: Maybe… or maybe Reader's just joking. So, the "real world" is actually ours?
Ryan: That's not important. Come on, Arthur, tell us your story.
Arthur:
There's definitely something weird going on here…
Fine. My story goes like this…
Ryan:
Wait, hold on — why did Martin just agree to go home with you? Didn't he have any relatives?
Arthur:
I thought I was clear — it was the most racist place on Earth. My grandfather literally bought him to be my servant.
Hold on, I can feel you gasping — especially you, Reader. Let me finish.
Dalia:
You got to make a wish, and this is what you wished for?!...If Eminem knew, he'd diss your entire family after throwing your mom's spaghetti at you!
Arthur: What…?
Ryan:
You had one shot, one opportunity… to seize everything you ever wanted. Maybe… he opened his mouth, but the words wouldn't come out
Arthur: Moving on…
Tommy: You were already rich — that explains your poor imagination.
Arthur: Excuse me?
Tommy: I will… continue, please.
Arthur: Ahhh…
Dalia: Wow… that's messed up.
Arthur: What is?
Ron: What do you mean what's? The numbers above were just an illusion you created.
Arthur: WHAT?!
Dalia: Look, we're not saying you didn't see the numbers, but it looks suspicious that all of them happened to match — a street number, a building, even a knife. That means you might've been trying to make sense of it yourself.
Arthur: How would you know?
Ryan:
Look, Arthur, the illusion power isn't called that for nothing. It's something you convince yourself happened just to explain things that don't make sense. But it's not that simple either…
Ron: In short — illusion can be described as a butterfly trapped in an endless ground. Whatever direction it flies, it will never reach the end. So what should it do?
Arthur: I don't know…
Ron: …Land. But because of its wings, it will never settle for landing. One day, it'll get up and fly once again.
Tommy: A weird way to describe humans.
Arthur: Is the butterfly doomed to fly forever?
Ryan: Doomed is a powerful word. Ron never said it has to reach the end — he only said it's imprisoned.
Arthur: So… what should I do?
Dalia: You mentioned something about a game, right?
Arthur: What about it?
Dalia: Who was the best at playing it?
Arthur: …My… hh… wife. She used to say the numbers as letters so quickly you could barely hear them. Like, if it was 12121212, she'd say abbbb. And her sister would complain — "She didn't even say ababa! The a isn't showing!" That's what her sister would say.
Dalia: So letters.... were it normal for her to do it fast, huh?
Arthur:
No, she was… actually, now that I think about it, it wasn't like her to memorize something that quick.
Dalia: Do you still have the paper you wrote the numbers on? Can I see it?
Arthur:
That's fine by me. Here — a pen if you want to take notes. I already wrote it in two places just to be sure. So feel free.
Dalia:
I'm sorry to stop you, but when you said you couldn't write it down, and then mentioned the game… and the moment you said "it doesn't matter anyway, I have the number now"… it reminded me of something. Don't mind me....what were you saying...
Arthur: Well….....
Dalia :
Psst, reader — look with me. I don't know why he put the numbers together like this, but maybe it's a hint he didn't even know about…
1415 13120205182 38120
251521 415 451208 919 2085 1141923518 920 9191420 12152120 41205 92019 12152120 2085 4522912
1- 14 is N, 15 is O → No
2- 13 is M, 1 is A, 20 is T, 20 is T, 18 is R → Matter
3- 23 is W, 8 is H, 1 is A, 20 is T → What
4- 25 is Y, 15 is O, 21 is U → You
5- 4 is D, 15 is O → Do
6- 4 is D, 5 is E, 1 is A, 8 is H → Death
7- 9 is I, 19 is S → Is
8- 20 is T, 8 is H, 5 is E → The
Ryan: Sorry for your loss. We didn't mean to—
Arthur:
That's fine… I was so disconnected from the world that I forgot my own son. What kind of parent forgets their own flesh?
Ron:
Can I ask about your relationship with Martin? You said your grandpa bought him, but the way you described your bond… you seem close. He even inherited your family with you, even though you said "bought." And what did he wish for?
Arthur:
Well, I didn't understand what he was going through until I grew up a bit. I remember asking him, "Aren't you mad at me?" He asked, "About what?" I said, "Your parents died because of my father's reckless driving."
He looked at me — and said nothing. I still don't know what he wanted to say.
But years passed, and he became my family. After all, he was the only one who knew how I felt — maybe even worse.
I don't know what Martin wished for, but I guess it was…
I remembered something when I visited Martin earlier. I felt I hated him — but I didn't remember why. Later, I asked him if he was there with me back then. He said he didn't remember and asked me, "Was I with you back then?"
For some reason, I said, "No, you weren't." Then I tried to correct myself, saying, "I meant you were with me," but again, I said, "I meant you weren't."
Maybe that was his wish… but I still don't know.
Dalia : reader.... What do you think?
9- 1 is A, 14 is N, 19 is S, 23 is W, 18 is R → Answer
10- 9 is I, 20 is T → It
11- 9 is I, 19 is S, 14 is N, 20 is T → Isn't
12- 1 is A, 2 is B, 15 is O, 21 is U, 20 is T → About
13- 9 is I, 20 is T, 19 is S → It's
14- 1 is A, 2 is B, 15 is O, 21 is U, 20 is T → About
15- 20 is T, 8 is H, 5 is E → The
16- 4 is D, 5 is E, 22 is V, 9 is I, 12 is L → Devil
Together it reads:
No matter what you do, death is the answer. It isn't about date — it's about the devil.
Arthur: What…
Dalia: Take a look.
Arthur: It can't be true. How could you be certain these are right?
Dalia: I can't. But it's too convenient to be a coincidence.
And what you said — the name of the wish figure, Cinatas Levid? I wrote it down on the back of the paper and realized…
it's literally...
Arthur: Satanic Devil.....
Dalia: Backward....