Any clues on your friend?

Nothing there either?

That's weird... There's gotta be records somewhere, given how meticulously this place is managed.

Player: "My friends were sent to the Disposal Room."

Disposal Room? If it's the Disposal Room...

Let's see... Oh, here it is!

We need to go this way. You'll need the Disposal Room Pass to get in.

Player: (End dialog.)

There are still parts of your memory you need to recover.

Lets go back to where we last cut off.

Close your eyes, inhale as deeply as you can... Good, just like that...

Focus solely on your breath.

Player: You start disassociating and feel airy.

There are still parts of your memory you need to recover.

Lets go back to where we last cut off.

Close your eyes, inhale as deeply as you can... Good, just like that...

Focus solely on your breath.

Player: You start disassociating and feel airy.

Player... I'm so sorry for your loss... I can't even express how devastating that is...

It hurts me to see you in so much pain too.

Truth is...when the Disposal Room was brought up, I thought your friends might already be dead.

Actually, even before then... But I think I also wanted to believe what you did.

That maybe...there might be more survivors, even if it was a tiny sliver of a chance. That I might be able to save them...