The past few weeks were quite eventful for Vanessa. She had been sent to the basement and spent some time recovering from the incident. She believed that she retained her beliefs- that she would protect others and seek justice. Seeking that justice meant uncovering the veil of mystery behind the monster attacks and the head girls. There was some sort of conspiracy going on that kept the public from knowing. But what was it? It was a question that gave the crimson-haired girl headaches many times over. She had decided that she would relax and calm her mind alone. The teen retired to the pool, and swam to her heart's delight. There were a few others, but the pool was relatively empty. Vanessa wasn't quite sure if her bikini was 'school appropriate', but she didn't really care at the moment. She swam for a good forty minutes before collecting her things and heading to the locker room to change. The girl's hair was soaked. Drops of chlorine water trickled down her skin. "Ah~" The redhead stretched her arms out, "Now that was relaxing. No monsters, no head girls, no other students. It's nice to have some time to myself for once." Vanessa walked over to her locker and spun the lock until it clicked. Vanessa tugged on the lock and the locker opened. "Hmm... what to do for the rest of today...?"

The locker room was empty when she entered. It seemed that the few other girls who had decided to swim today were either at the pool already or had had their fill for the day. Her steps echoed in the empty room as she made her way to her locker. However, she wasn't as alone as she thought. Unseen by her, a man with short black hair followed closely behind her into the room. He moved quietly, his padded shoes making only the faintest of sounds as Vanessa began to open her locker. The red-headed girl had barely stopped talking to herself when he threw his arms around her, binding her arms. He held her tight and leaned backwards, lifting her off her feet. After a moment, he covered her nose and mouth with a cloth. A burning smell filled her nostrils, and her head began to feel heavy. Her movements slowed as her body grew heavier. Soon, the darkness of sleep overcame her.

When Vanessa awoke, she was in a small, square room. The walls looked like concrete, and a large mirror was built into one of them. To her right was a metal door, firmly closed. She was seated in a wooden chair at a large, metal table fastened to the floor. The dull hum of fans and fluorescent lights droned through the room.

She was unbound. She noticed that she was still clad in her bikini, although it was covered by a red track jacket. The dampness and chlorine of the pool still lingered in her hair and on her skin. She barely had time to wonder what had happened to her and where she was before the door clicked loudly and then swung open. In walked a woman, somewhere in her mid-thirties. She had deep indigo hair and a pale face, tinted glasses covering her eyes. Her well-proportioned figure was clad in a blue skirt suit.

"Miss Vanessa Crowell?" she confirmed, placing a manilla folder on the table in front of Vanessa before taking a seat opposite her.

"I'm Agent Mikah Callahan," she explained, taking the folder and beginning to leaf through it. "I'm here to talk to you about some of the... claims you've been making during your time on this island."

Vanessa struggled as something had come behind her. A monster?! No- it was a human! "H-hey, what are you doing?!" The redhead flailed her legs and tried to kick her captor. The girl was about ready to cry out for help when something was shoved into her mouth and sent her into a long sleep. When the crimson-haired girl awoke, she found a jacket on her, while she was seated in what appeared to be an interrogation room "T-the basement?" Her voice stammered. Vanessa had a massive headache and shook her head in a failed attempt to get rid of it. She crossed her legs to hide her figure, even hunching her back a bit so that the jacket would hide even more of her womanly parts. She knew exactly what to expect every time she was held in 'captivity' while at Shokushu. Her arms crossed over her breasts. The knight still shivered from the wetness of the pool. She sneezed, before glancing up and seeing a mature woman.

"T-that's me..." Vanessa tried her best to control her shivering. She kept her eyes on the agent as she took a seat. "Hmp. There's no point in talking about that. I was already sent to the basement by Vera and was properly re-educated. I haven't said or done anything rash since." While it was true that Vanessa hadn't done anything since, it was merely because she had spent the time instead recovering from the incident. Hopefully the agent would understand and let her go. The crimson-haired girl stood up and made her way over to the door. "So if you don't mind, I'd like to change out of this before I get sick..."

Agent Callahan eyed her over the folder briefly. "There's a change of clothes being prepared for you, don't worry. There will be time for that soon, but first I need to talk to you about these claims. And quite a list there is. Shape-shifting dragons, spider women, aliens, slime monsters. Quite the list..." She smiles up at Vanessa as she closes the file in her lap. "I hope your 're-education' hasn't taken too well."

The agent removes her glasses. When she opens her eyes, brilliant silver irises meet Vanessa's gaze. "Vanessa, I'm here to help you. I'm with a special division of Interpol that's been investigating this school for months. I believe the things you've said. I'm here because I need your help to shut this place down, and expose the people responsible."

The redhead turned her head in interest then finally faced the agent. "What did you say?" She asked in a confused tone. It sounded too good to be true. Someone had found out that something was wrong on Shokushu Island. Vanessa slammed both hands onto the desk and leaned over. It gave the agent a decent view of her now-hidden breasts. The jacket seemed fitted, but tight around her chest area. "H-how do you know all that about me?" This woman had the Knight interested. She pulled the seat back out and sat in it. "I'll tell you anyting! What do you want to know?" She asked.

At the same time, this wasn't the first time Vanessa felt deceived. For all she knew, this could have been a test from the institution itself or the head girls to put into question the redhead's re-education. She surely didn't want to go back to the basement- especially after what had happened. The teen's amber eyes stared intensely at the woman, with a hint of hope gleaming in her eyes.

The woman placed the folder on the table before her. She put her hands together and leaned towards Vanessa, holding her eyes with her own. "We've been observing the island for the last several months, and several of our people have infiltrated the school. However, we haven't had an opportunity to make our move yet. That's where you come in. You came across our radar when you first started reporting what you'd been encountering. We need your testimony, but more than that, we need the other girls on the island who've been attacked to corroborate your story. In short, we need to get them out, too."

"And that's where you come in," the agent said, leaning back and crossing her arms. "You're one of the first people to try and fight back against the monsters. I need you to help me escort the others to our custody. You'll be able to move around the school without raising suspicion. We can help you, and we can protect you. You help us get enough of the girls to safety, and we'll be able to bring a full injunction against this school and the ones responsible. You can help us save all of them."

Agent Callahan could tell she had the young beauty's attention. Her eyes cast downward in consternation as she picked up the file. "First... I need to ask you about the attacks you reported. I need details on record. Is that alright with you?"

Vanessa glanced up with a look of weary anticipation. She had desperately wanted this injustice to be dealt with, though was unsure if she could even trust the woman in front of her. "I'll tell you their names- only if I can ensure that this is legitimate." The redhead folded her fingers in front of her. She avoided eye contact with the woman and instead decided the floor was more interesting to stare at. "I've been tricked, ambushed, and hurt many times on this island." She said softly, "So I'm not too sure who I can trust. I really want to believe that you're here to save me... but I have to be cautious in case this is all a setup. I was recently tortured and-" The redhead bit her tongue. She shouldn't have said that! Her fingers curled against the table.

"Everything you've mentioned is true. All of those... monsters... apparitions... whatever they are attack me and only a select few students. Because of this, the amount of students attacked is actually a minority, and the 'monster rumor' has actually become a laughing stock on the island. No one will believe you if you tell them about monsters. I was defiled by these monsters, and no matter how much I tried to fight back, I've never won against them." The crimson-haired girl continued to spill the beans on all of her experiences, leaving out the names of her friends as 'friend 1' or 'friend 2' to keep it confidential. After some storytelling, Vanessa wasn't sure if she was on the verge of tears or angry at herself. "...A-a-and that's all."

When Vanessa mentioned her torture and stopped short, Agent Callahan placed a hand on the girl's arm, mistaking her caution for grief. "I'm sorry, Vanessa. I promise you we'll get the people responsible. I just need your help to do it."

Agent Callahan listened to everything Vanessa had to say. She scribbled notes in her file as the girl talked, offering her sympathetic glances and encouraging "Mhmm"s as she continued. Finally, Vanessa finished recounting her numerous rapes. Callahan closed the file and smiled at her.

"Thank you, Vanessa. That was very helpful. It will make a big difference in our case, I promise. I'm going to help you, and the girls who've been attacked with you. I'm sure that if we can get them to-" She was interrupted as the door opened. A young man in a black suit entered and walked up to Agent Callahan. He bent over and whispered in her ear. "I see," Callahan responded. She paused for a moment before looking at Vanessa. "I'm sorry, Vanessa, I have to take care of something. I'll be back in a few minutes, and we'll discuss the plan further." She stood, and offered the redhead a smile. "Can I get you some coffee while I'm out?"

The two left the room. The door closed behind them, isolating Vanessa in this chamber.

Vanessa wondered how this information would be of use to the agent anyways. A claim meant nothing if this 'agency' had no actual proof of the wrongdoings at Shokushu. Nonetheless, the Knight was glad to share the information so that she would be able to leave the accursed island as soon as possible. The woman seemed genuine, and Vanessa tried her best to give the agent all the details she wanted. Then, the crimson-haired girl glanced over as soon as the door opened. Her heart skipped a beat, and was prepared for a monster to appear before them and ruin everything. Instead, it was a man who decided to report something to Agent Callahan. The redhead seemed worried for a second. Her toes curled in her shoes, wondering what the man was whispering. "W-wait! What is going on?" Vanessa asked, pushing the seat away and standing up. She pursed her lips when the Agent wouldn't tell her what was going on. "N-no, I'll be fine now." She said in a mellow tone, before watching the agent leave.

As soon as that woman left, Vanessa had so many questions. Was she going to be let out? Where would she go? And also, why was it necessary to knock her out unconscious? The knight cursed to herself and kicked the table. "Dang it! I should've asked her why they practically kidnapped me!" Slight paranoia began to sink into the teen's head. What if these agents weren't on her side? How had they known about practically every encounter, even if only brief details? The crimson-haired girl was suspicious, and began to circle around the room. Her fingers pressed against the wall in an attempt to find something suspicious or worthwhile. She softly pressed her ear against the wall at places to see if there was any noise at the other side of the wall. "No matter what, this is definitely suspicious..."

The "agents" walked into a dim observation room. Monitors glowed with intricate readouts from high-tech-looking devices set up around the room. Half a dozen white-coated researchers moved between the equipment, taking notes and making adjustments to the machinery. Mikah Callahan spoke to the young man expectantly.

"Is everything prepared?"

"Affirmative. The girl's neural receptors are reading normally. No abnormal neuron activity or psych patterns. Guess that 're-education' bullshit isn't all it's cracked up to be, huh?"

"Lucky for us. We should have known about this, so who the hell grabbed her?"

"The higher ups wanted an analysis on this one's reprogramming. N.I.C.E. figured this would kill two birds with one stone."

"Or waste a whole day of our time. I want clean subjects for this experiments, not some castoff from Vera's toybox fucking up the data. Tell whoever gives a shit that her programming is solid. If they wanna screw up my research, I can play that game."

"Nice. Whatever, she's still viable. Memories intact... very intact. Our guests have some really fucked up playdates, huh? Wonder what they'd do if they knew we were taking notes about their 'escapades'."

"I doubt any of them could give a shit so long as we do the job right. Where's 263?"

"Already moving."

"Good. Begin the test. Files?"

The young man hands Mikah a file full of typed transcripts. The two approach a broad window looking into the detention room. Vanessa sits on the other side, only able to see the portal as a mirror.

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Several hundred yards away, 263 slothfully stirred inside a metal holding pen. It had woken up here not long ago, which was not only curious because raktar did not usually sleep, but also because this was the second time in several weeks it had woken up somewhere different than where it last remembered being. At first blush, there was no way out of the small room it found itself in, and its efforts to explore its space had quickly reached their maximum return. However, shortly after it had awoken, there'd been a loud clang. A somewhat anxious re-inspection of the room showed that there were now openings in the walls, and it had set its tentacles exploring. The holes led to long corridors, which eventually led to another small room. In that room, there had been a girl, and nature had taken charge from there. Once it had finished with her, its tentacles had found no other path to take, and so had simply retracted back to its little room.

That was several days ago, although 263 had no appreciation for measurements or really even the passage of time. Since then, the doors had opened almost a dozen more times, always with the same result - no way out, but a new girl waiting at the other end. So when the grates now opened again, 263 was perfectly eager to go snaking into the narrow halls that lay on the other side. It knew them well by now, and its tentacles moved swiftly through them. There were five hallways, all leading to different parts of the same room. 263 filled them all with its appendages, as many as six or seven in each. After several minutes, they approached the openings that led into the room where Vanessa waited.

The crimson-haired girl lightly tapped on the wall, listening in to see if there was something strange. ...Nothing. She had been waiting for a long time now and felt uneasy about it. Was the agent going to return soon? Why did she disappear in the middle of the interview? None of her questions would be answered any time soon, and the Knight was left restless for a while. She stood at the center of the room with her arms crossed. An outline of her ass could be made through her white skirt. The thigh highs hugged her legs. She stood tall with a sense of manner and royalty. Vanessa walked to the door. She was on-guard and ready to attack anything that came at her. With a light knock, she called out the agent's name. "Miss Callahan? I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have a few questions for you too, actually..." She pursed her lips. The eerie silence annoyed her. "Miss... Callahan?"

"Looks like your new best friend misses you, Miss Savior."

"Stuff a dick in it. What's the status?"

"263's neural receptors are online and reading normally. Subject synchronization at zero percent. Victim's heart-rate is normal. Muscle tension is rising. Guess she's getting suspicious after all."

"Doesn't matter. She's delusional to believe anyone is going to help her at all. Let's relieve her of those delusions. Let the raktar have his toy."

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There was no answer from beyond the heavy door. The silence in the room was complete and uncomfortable. It was as if she was completely alone, and she couldn't even tell where anyone on the other side of the door had gone. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by a loud clang as formerly invisible panels in the ceiling quickly retracted. Only inky blackness was visible on the other side of the holes - no light or pipes or infrastructure could be seen. Silence returned to the room for several moments following the holes' appearance. Then, faint sounds could be heard echoing out of the chasms. The noise was indistinguishable, sounding like nothing familiar, but it slowly grew louder.

Finally, the source of the noise became clear, as the brownish-pink tip of... something poked out of the darkness. It was round and fairly soft-looking. Skin-like, even. The bulbous mass that she could see almost looked like the head of something, and it quickly became clear what. As it emerged from the hole, a long, thick shaft of a body followed it, supporting it in midair. It twisted around, moving its head in circles. Unbeknownst to Vanessa, the tentacle could smell the faint scent of water and chlorine on her skin and in her hair. It turned towards her and slowly floated through the air, and it wasn't alone. Seconds later, dozens more tentacles appeared through the holes in the ceiling, spreading out along the walls and through the air, slowly filling the room.

Vanessa sneezed. She couldn't help but to have a feeling that somebody was bad-mouthing her. Was it Vera, or perhaps one of the students at Shokushu? Whatever, she had bigger things to worry about at the moment. Even after the knock there was no answer. The knight pursed her lips and crossed her arms. Her arms rested underneath her breasts, causing them to perk up a bit. At the same time the girl puffed her chest to show off how strong she was. Of course that would only further exaggerate the view of her breasts and voluptuous breasts. "Let me out! I know you hear me!!" She had begun to lose patience. "If you're really here to save me, then prove it to me by letting me out of this stupid interrogation room!" Still no answer! The redhead aggressively stomped on the tile floor. "Ahhh!" She groaned, before hearing a distinct sound in the room. She looked around and saw that one of the panels had been removed from the room.

The crimson-haired girl tilted her head. She slowly approached the dark tunnel. Was it an escape? She brought the table underneath the ceiling hole and stacked a chair on top. Standing on top of it, the girl was ready to flee. A grin appeared across her face. "Time to escape!" Then a faint noise came. "H-huh?!" Vanessa's eyes widened. She shook in surprise and fell off the chair.

"O-Ouch..." Vanessa groaned as she rubbed her ass. She looked back up at the hole and realized there was a strange pink blub popping out of it. "Well... shoot." The crimson-haired girl peeled herself off the ground and tugged on her jacket. It was her only clothing other than her bikini. Some chlorine water ran down her silky smooth hair. The girl was still a bit wet from the pool. She stared back at the monster, taking a few steps back as it began to engulf the room. Wet marks outlining her feet were imprinted on the ground. She seemed calm, but when Vanessa rested her hand over her chest, she could feel the rapid beating of her heart.

"And there goes the heart-rate. Our little knight is getting scared. Think she still thinks there's a way out for her?"

"I don't care what she thinks, unless it's thinking it too. Status report."

"Synchronization at 3%. The process started four-point-seven seconds before 263 entered the room, range: 7 meters."

"Good. Continue tracking."

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263 knew someone was in the room. It could smell her, it had heard her. It just needed to find her, and she had nowhere to hide. Four more panels retracted in the ceiling, and tentacles began pouring from all openings. There were dozens of them. Some slithered along the ceiling as though they weighed nothing, making their way to the wall. Others spilled straight down to the floor and began to spread out in every direction. They'd already taken over the table, and the rest of the room was quickly following. They were almost like roots, spreading out all over, but they definitely weren't plants. She still couldn't see what or who they were coming from - they simply appeared out of the blackness in the ceiling. Vanessa had to think fast. They'd be on her in less than a minute, and they didn't seem to be slowing down.

Why didn't the monster attack her outright? Vanessa's eyes darted from one area of the room to the other to notice that it was slowly consuming the room. Was it teasing her? Was it taking its time to turn the room into a tentacle pit? The knight had decided that she had to think of something fast- but what? The redhead glanced over to see the table had already been overtaken. "This is bad..." She whispered to herself, before peeling off her red jacket. She tossed it across the room to distract the tentacles. The only thing she had on was a bikini- one that barely hid any of her skin or her womanly parts. The crimson-haired girl finally grabbed whatever was left of the chair and used it to boost herself. Once Vanessa stood on top of the chair, she jumped towards the original hole in the ceiling. Vanessa grasped onto the corner of the hole with her bare hands. She squeezed it with all her might to stop herself from falling off. There she was, dangling off the side of the hole in the ceiling- the exact one where the tentacles were emerging from. It would only be a matter of time until the tentacles accidentally 'bumped' into her, but Vanessa needed this extra time to formulate some sort of escape. But what could she do?!