III* [PART 2]

I found words written in blood on a corridor. Your name was written there. Did I pass through here? I don't remember... Yet my hands are damaged... it must be me. Am I crazy? I feel like I'm losing everything. Apart from your name, I don't remember mine... or maybe that is my own name. Hundreds of doors are lined up on an endless corridor. I'm afraid to open them... but I have to find the way out... I can open one, but if I leave and come back, they are closed again. Unless I never opened them... Am I crazy? What's my name... Ah yes, it's written on the wall: Adelaide... weird, I don't remember being a woman. I'm... out... only to find myself back in that empty room... Why am I happy, when I know I'm back at the beginning? I feel like I'm reborn and lost... An experiment, they told me... Filthy DPAS... No one can survive here... I shouldn't have signed... I would have preferred... No, now it's too late for regrets... But I understand better why they promised millions... I have to find a way out of the Bleedspace. They said the Redeemed exist. I must get out. Go back to my old life... Millions! Ahahahaha... I'll need more than a shrink... I arrived in a strange room... It looks like our old house... But everyone in it is strange... At least thanks to this, I remember... Adelaide, my daughter... Me, Arnaud... Mom... Dad... You are all here, but it's not you. I know it... but it still feels good. This space is using me or maybe it's toying with me... the Bleedspace... a true hell. I feel like it feeds on our fears, our memories, good or bad... or even our traumas... What hell! But well, at least I was able to remember. Even if it's not you, even if this house isn't mine, even if this birthday is fake, even if all of this... is just the Bleedspace... I was able to remember. Now, I have to move forward. Adelaide, Dad is going to get out. I hope you'll be there if I get out. I hope to get those millions to pay for your wedding... Because after this, I'm not sure I'll still be me... maybe just a vegetable on a bed with wires everywhere, in a hospital... or just dead... I don't know. I don't want to know. The only thing that keeps me from going truly insane is talking to myself... like now.