Well, to begin with, I asked how to separate Blue from the house.

When I did... first I saw the dead—the ones we lost in our round. Doing random, mundane things. Then, the door to the room—pulsing red. It was like a heartbeat, as it was in yours, I assume.

Then, I saw the people I care about being torn apart, and away from this plane of existence. The last thing was a voice, saying, "To separate, all must gather."

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Try not to repeat this to others just yet. It doesn't carry good implications for us, and it's not unlikely to be a lie to begin with. I'd rather we be able to discuss this among everyone at once.