[ There's a few moments of silence that follows his explanation as she lets it all sink in. It was way too elaborate to be some kind of story, after all. Beings called Noise existed that fed on people's negative emotions and grew in number, but only people with certain tools or the dead could see them. Someone was running some freaky game to souls of the dead regarding a chance to live again, and now some individual was spreading noise to different worlds that would result in serious and irreparable damage if not taken care of.
So then someone else took it upon themselves to conduct their own reaper's game to train new composers and ended up not doing it the right way. Setting up a game filled with murder and weird trials once a week? The thought sent a small shiver down her spine before she realized it, but it was at the last statement that had Futaba stopping short in her thought process.
People were killed by some kind of golem if they were found guilty? Then that meant.. ]
...Since you're a Composer now, that means... that they found out it was you and you were killed, right?
[ This is just completely sinking in now, her eyes wide and completely affixed on him by this point. ]
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So then someone else took it upon themselves to conduct their own reaper's game to train new composers and ended up not doing it the right way. Setting up a game filled with murder and weird trials once a week? The thought sent a small shiver down her spine before she realized it, but it was at the last statement that had Futaba stopping short in her thought process.
People were killed by some kind of golem if they were found guilty? Then that meant.. ]
...Since you're a Composer now, that means... that they found out it was you and you were killed, right?
[ This is just completely sinking in now, her eyes wide and completely affixed on him by this point. ]