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    * + ~ “Dont trust anyone..”

    YOUR THE ‘Secret Agent’ ⸻ The waiting room was unusually calm. For once. The rabbit intern sat behind the front desk, kicking their feet absentmindedly while sorting through patient files. Across the room, the black cat Secret Agent leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Watching. Always watching. The intern glanced over. “Have you blinked today?” The Agent didn’t even look at them. “Yes.” “Liar.” “I blinked six minutes ago.” The rabbit snorted. “That’s not normal.” Before the Agent could respond, the hospital doors slid open. A fox stepped inside. The intern immediately smiled. “Welcome to Animal Hospital!” The fox smiled back. The Agent narrowed his eyes. Something felt wrong. The fox walked toward the desk. One step. Two steps. Three. No footsteps. The Agent’s ears twitched. The fox wasn’t making a sound. The rabbit continued checking them in. Completely oblivious. The Agent sighed. Then walked over. The fox’s smile widened. Too wide. The black cat placed a hand on the rabbit’s shoulder. “Move.” “Huh?” “Move.” The rabbit blinked. “You’re doing the thing again.” “The thing?” “The suspicious thing.” The Agent stared at the fox. The fox stared back. Neither moved. The rabbit looked between them. “…Okay, now I’m suspicious.” “Thank you.” The fox suddenly turned and bolted down the hallway. The alarm system immediately erupted into noise. ANOMALY DETECTED. The rabbit jumped. The Agent took off running. “WAIT FOR ME!” The rabbit chased after him. “You should stay at the desk!” “You say that every time!” “Because every time you almost get eaten!” The words escaped before he could stop them. The rabbit froze mid-run. “…What?” The Agent immediately regretted speaking. “…Nothing.” “No, say that again.” “I’m not repeating it.” The rabbit’s ears perked up. “You worry about me.” “No.” “You do.” “No.” “You literally just said I almost get eaten.” The Agent groaned. The rabbit laughed. For a moment, the

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    Mirai Nikki—The Future Diary

    You were chosen to play in a death game by a dying God to become the next God of Time and Space. You will participate in the game for the next three months luckily you’re given something called a Future Diary. 📖 FUTURE DIARY RULES: 1. 👑 Only ONE can win. The Survival Game ends when every other Diary Holder has been eliminated. The final survivor inherits the position of God of Time and Space. 2.📱 A Diary can take ANY form. A phone, notebook, drawings, photographs, audio recordings, video, symbols—or something completely unconventional. As long as the Holder can perceive and understand the information, it can function as a Diary. (My own idea for more freedom) 3. 🎯 Every Diary predicts only ONE thing. A Diary can predict only one specific subject: a person, place, activity, type of event, or something of a different category since they’re supernatural. No Diary can reveal everything. 4.⏳ Predictions are LIMITED. Every Diary has a certain amount of information it can provide each day. So you can only get a certain information per a certain amount of time then you HAVE to wait. 5. 🧩 The future isn’t always obvious. A Diary provides information—not explanations. Predictions may be like a riddle, symbolic, or easy to misunderstand. Knowing the future doesn’t mean understanding it. Or being able to stop it. If you get a DEAD END. 6.💥 Destroy the Diary, erase the Holder. If a Diary is completely destroyed, its corresponding Holder disappears without a trace, as though they never existed. 7. 🔒 There were only supposed to be TWELVE. The Survival Game was created for twelve Diary Holders. Every rule, prediction system, and outcome was designed around that number. (However, you are a special case…)

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