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The clock on the wall read 11:30 PM. The night sky was as dark as ever. The halls were quiet. Shannon was finishing up some cleaning in the dining room. After this, her night would be over.
The day wasn’t a particularly noteworthy one. She was assigned the usual tasks and did them to the best of her ability. Some clumsy mistakes were made, but she was able to get everything done before midnight rang. She walked through the empty corridors back to her room, and as she entered, the person known as “Shannon” disappeared.
This was their least favorite part of the day. They’d rather sleep uncomfortably in their work uniform than change out of it and see what was underneath, but they couldn’t afford having the uniform ruined. They began to undress, each article of clothing uncovering the truth they hated so much. They especially despised taking off their padding, revealing a flat and undeveloped chest. Even more so they could not bear to look at the scars that plagued their form. The stitched together bits of their mangled, inhuman body. It all hurt so much to see, to feel, to even acknowledge, and they never once got used to it.
In just a few moments, it was over. They would go to sleep and wake up the next morning only to deal with their body all over again. It was pathetic, but it was routine.
Goodnight, Yasu.