
by rikka22
Some girls, like Amaya, learn to survive by staying quiet, by forcing themselves through each day and hoping no one looks too closely. When everything finally breaks, the system doesn’t always try to fix what’s damaged. Sometimes, it looks for ways to use it. That’s how REMSC appears, without warning, without explanation, offering structure, routine, purpose. A place for those who don’t fit anywhere else. Questions are discouraged, answers are delayed, and the world outside fades faster than it should. At first, it feels like safety. Like belonging. But the longer it lasts, the harder it becomes to tell whether this place was meant to protect them, or to make sure they never leave.
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