Once Upon the Perished Fantasy

Bzzzt! The buzzer alarmed and I, Shirayuki Otogibanashi─or rather the amalgamation of both Yukihime and Shirase─perked his attention.

Cumbersome, I'd take it my past self as a third personality, someone I don't know─and only has corresponding memories. Regarding him in a third-person perspective might be cutting it to awkwardness, like not showing him respect for covering a past experience, but the truth is─I don't see myself standing as his equal. I wonder why, but instincts tell me he was the Jake Lockley for our hogwash dualities of being the naive surface person and the cunning subconscious… I'd call him Shiro.

Might have been my prejudice, but I can't just go on and be confident about it when I don't have anything to show for myself.

Bzzzt, bzzzt, bzzzt! Someone resounded the buzzer from somewhere in the Otogibanashi Mansion three more times: it was for his hobby room, the one he constructed as an extension of his primary one.

"Password," Shiro asked from the intercom.