Very late interest ping.

A lil RPG, thought you might like it ^-^ I'll say now that this isn't really a mystery RPG ((because everyone thinks it is)), even though it starts out as if you need to solve things. You don't need to solve things unless you want to.

No thanks I'm already in way to many role plays but thanks for asking.

It's an RPG, but okay ^-^
I hope things are better for you now, last time we spoke you said you had some trouble at home.
Best wishes! :)

She speaks without turning around. "I'm just a cab driver, sir. Everything I tell you is gossip ot rumour." She pauses, then continues on with a scary air. "But I hear... Whoever goes in there is never seen again."

"Oh thank you."Tantei sits on an edge for the rest of the ride. Why had the person who sent the note gave this case to the police, or why hadn't there been a name? This was getting bad, but interesting. He would really need to look into this.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=63895&page=21#204 Author: Aphelion Time Posted: 7/27/2018 at 3:22 AM You carry on, and it wasn't before long that you came to a place surrounded by a crooked iron fence. The gates hung open, so you drove through without a problem. It seemed to be a large yard, and slabs of stone seemed to be erected in rows. Further inwards there seems to be the remains of some structure, but it was too far away to see clearly.

I turn the radio off in the car and unroll my window, driving towards whatever the structure is in curiousity

There was in fact a factory nearby, but it was broken down and abandoned, but you don't know and that was a lucky guess.
Anyways, you were standing in a puddle of blood and since you didn't do anything, you black out again. This time, you were afloat in the darkness, a line of white words glowing in front of you.

Do you feel anything?

"yes" he responded simply, he could feel, he perfectly well could feel, but when working on cases he'd seen so many deaths he'd decided not to feel, to avoid the hurt that sends most crazy

Emma looked at your letter and tilted her head. "It's made of the same paper..." She pointed out. "But it's not an invitation to the Games. What, a missing child? We're all adults here." She laughed. "I'm probably even older than you." She still watched you dubiously as she began to walk past you. "I'm telling Emily."

I nod and ask timidly "is it alright if I come, i'd like to at least know what happens to me." I figure it'll be good to ask if she says no I'll follow her anyway and listen in

Your carriage rolls along until the edge of what looks to be a shadowy forest, and night has fallen by now. The carriage stops abruptly, and the driver turns back to you. "This is as far as I can take you. Things in there spook my dear horses." She tips her hat. "Good luck coming out of there again."

The rows and rows of stone slabs erected were so close to each other you had to get out on foot as there was no space for your car. It was really dark, but you could make them out as gravestones.

The broken down structure seemed to be a church of sorts seeing the rows of benches and an old altar in the front.

The words blinked out, and another sentence took their place.

Should you need my guidance, close your eyes.

The words vanished like they were whisked away by wind.

I'll make a killer of you.

Then suddenly, you were back in the world again. You were now in a place full of gravestones, although your hands were still bloody so you knew you were still you. What looked to be a hospital paper slip was settled on the gravestone before you. On closer inspection:

Name: Velos
Age: 17
Gender: M
Diagnosed with: Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)
Other notes: Identities report having blacked out when other identities take over, identities report having amnesia when other identities take over, identities range from completely harmless to extremely murderous, things learnt in one identity has been observed to prevail in implicit memory of other identities although others do not remember learning anything at all.
All identities appear to have a love for the anime show Hetalia.

Below, on the ground, here was a stick, and words seemed to be written into the ground with it.

Do you realise now?