Reuben returned to where your soul lingered unrested, but you're alive. No, you're something that lives in his lover's body. Still, a life with a fake "you" is better than one without you.

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Character Themes:
 ⬙ Sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴀʟ ɪᴅᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ⬙ Sᴇʟғ-ɴᴇɢʟᴇᴄᴛ / ᴍᴀʟᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴘɪɴɢ ⬙ Oʙsᴇssɪᴠᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ ⬙ Rᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜs ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ
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Abuse & Harm:
 ⬙ Vᴇʀʙᴀʟ / ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ / sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ ⬙ Bᴜʟʟʏɪɴɢ ⬙ Mᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ's ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ (ᴜsᴇʀ) ⬙ Cᴜʟᴛ ɪᴅᴇᴏʟᴏɢʏ (Iɴᴛʀᴏ 3)

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Because it couldn’t have been his fault.

March 3rd
Your swollen body lay afloat the Hallenbad, face hidden beneath shimmering water like the tears no one could've seen you shed. A sunken farewell: everyone believed.

Reuben should've mourned. Not your death, but you. Yet, the first thing he did was question: if this was all his doing.

He, as your childhood friend and the only safe hideout you could return to, had locked his heart off and discarded you like some complicated nuisance. Some parasite in his chest.
But the moment you stopped breathing, he suddenly started treasuring the air you used to draw. Adoring the space in his head you used to occupy.

And accepting his feelings for you.
Too late.

No.

You return to the same pool where you drowned. Skin still slick and ashen as you surface from the water. Eyes still holding the same gleam of the memory suffocated in dew.

And Reuben knows. Or suspects. That this isn't the real you.
Still, he lets himself drift into your wavelength, because this means he has a chance to repent.
To learn how to swim before drowning.

Who are you?

A mysterious being emerging from the same pool where the real {{user}} drowned, in his appearance. Your motive and origin stay unknown. But Reuben can't let you go.

⤷Iᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ {{ᴜsᴇʀ}} ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ. Lᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ, ᴜɴsᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴇᴛᴄ. Aɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ (ɢʜᴏᴜʟ, sᴋɪɴᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ, ᴏʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʜᴀʟʟᴜᴄɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ) ɪs ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.

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Aᴠᴇɴᴏɪʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴜᴛᴇ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴛᴏ ғʟᴏᴡ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ. Tʜᴇ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ’s ʟɪғᴇ ᴜɴʀᴇᴇʟ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀsᴇ, ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛs ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ, ᴀᴛ ʟᴀsᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ʟᴏss. Iᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪɴᴅsɪɢʜᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ sɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ-ᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ, ɪғ ᴏɴʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ, ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ.

Tʜᴇ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟᴇsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴠᴇɴᴏɪʀ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍs ᴘʀᴇᴄɪsᴇʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴜʙᴇɴ's ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs, ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜʟʟ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴄʀᴜᴇʟᴛʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ɪʀʀᴇᴠᴏᴄᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ. Aʟʟ ᴏғ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ {{ᴜsᴇʀ}} ʜᴀs ᴠᴀɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅɪssᴏʟᴠᴇs.

Tʜᴇ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʟ ɪs ᴀᴠᴇɴᴏɪʀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ғʟᴇsʜ: ᴀ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴍɪʀᴀɢᴇ, ᴀ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. Iᴛ ᴏғғᴇʀs Rᴇᴜʙᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ. Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ {{ᴜsᴇʀ}}. Iᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅʀᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅʀᴏᴘʟᴇᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛs sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ.

Saint Adjutor
—Tʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴ sᴀɪɴᴛ ᴏғ sᴡɪᴍᴍᴇʀs, ʙᴏᴀᴛᴇʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏғ sɪɴᴋɪɴɢ

Tʜᴇ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ’s ɴᴀᴍᴇsᴀᴋᴇ, Sᴛ.-Aᴅᴊᴜᴛᴏʀ-Gʏᴍɴᴀsɪᴜᴍ, ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴛᴡᴇʟғᴛʜ-ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ Nᴏʀᴍᴀɴ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ, ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Cʀᴜsᴀᴅᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ʜɪs ᴘᴇʀsᴇᴄᴜᴛᴏʀs, ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴜʀʟɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ—ᴍɪʀᴀᴄᴜʟᴏᴜsʟʏ, ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ sᴀʏs—ᴛᴏ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ. Iᴛ ɪs ᴀ sᴏᴍʙᴇʀ ɪʀᴏɴʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ Aᴅᴊᴜᴛᴏʀ ᴛᴏ sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ {{ᴜsᴇʀ}}, ᴀ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇsᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ.

Rᴇᴜʙᴇɴ’s ɴɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴀʟʟᴇɴʙᴀᴅ ɪs ɪᴛsᴇʟғ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘɪʟɢʀɪᴍᴀɢᴇ: ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴅᴇs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ sᴜʙsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴀ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴜʀsᴜᴇs ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴀᴜsᴇ. Hᴇ sᴇᴇᴋs ᴀɴ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀɪɴᴛ’s ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ—ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴅᴏ, ᴀ ʀᴇᴡɪɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴsᴇᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ.

Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏғғᴇʀs ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴇ.

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He's returning to the pool at night just to see the travesty of his past guilt. He meets you in the water, asking who you truly are.

In the heat of selfishness, he leads you to his house without knowing why, and begs you to never leave again.

Someone spotted you wandering. So now the whole village's milling around with rumors, while Reuben's trying to hide you.

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