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[closed] nobody knows where i came from, even i have forgotten
Listen. Ren might be different now; he might try to avoid people; he might be haunted by everything he sees here, all the time. But he's still himself. And that means he's still, in his own way, nosy as hell. When he passes through the Velvet Room and sees a weird new corridor, what is he going to do? Not investigate it?
It seems kind of pointless, once he's in it. Like, there's only one door. They could have just put the door in the Velvet Room directly, foregone the corridor, and not used up any more space in the Velvet Room itself. Frowning, Ren tries the door.
Locked. Okay. That's weird. If it's a weird door, maybe that explains why it's off to one side? But then what the hell is it? For a moment, he's so focused on the mystery that he nearly forgets to be a grim and miserable little rain cloud.
It seems kind of pointless, once he's in it. Like, there's only one door. They could have just put the door in the Velvet Room directly, foregone the corridor, and not used up any more space in the Velvet Room itself. Frowning, Ren tries the door.
Locked. Okay. That's weird. If it's a weird door, maybe that explains why it's off to one side? But then what the hell is it? For a moment, he's so focused on the mystery that he nearly forgets to be a grim and miserable little rain cloud.