… I don’t know. I’m not very good at counting, honestly.

But even if we are destroyed, we can be replaced. There are so many of us. We cannot be told apart. We never receive names or identities. We are Survivors or Failures in the eyes of that place and their experiments.

The Kami of Love tried to offer an alternative… but one person cannot love us all. Some spirits will inevitably slip between the cracks and trust the Facility. They will always have a stock of gullible fools, that no one will know went missing.

Like me.