Sakuramoria

Having chosen room 404 for his lodging, Gideon placed his bag on the bed and began unpacking his belongings. First, he took out a pistol. Cold black steel, intricate carvings on the red wood handle, the name "Welfazif" engraved on the barrel, adorned with ornate flourishes – a gift from his grandfather, straight from Myporin, where he had once gone to develop industry and became the head of the casting shop at the largest factory in the industrial zone. According to the accompanying letter, the pistol had been modified, but an analysis revealed that the modification was mostly cosmetic, and overall it was simply a high-quality weapon – which was appropriate, because Gideon had no doubt that in a place like Myporin, it would be easy to disassemble the mechanism in such a way that he wouldn't even be able to figure out how it worked afterward. Sometimes he thought about moving in with his grandfather, but when the opportunity arose to get an education instead, this issue took a back seat. After all, working at a factory wasn't really his thing, and it wasn't just pride that played a role, but also a desire to master more advanced technologies than endlessly improving already known ones. This item is a symbol of the future, unclear and multifaceted, dependent on the sudden impulses of many souls, where the chance of both error and success is simultaneously one hundred percent, and where even the smallest detail can change the course of events. Next was a rapier, which Gideon had borrowed from his father's museum before leaving, leaving a note saying that he supposedly needed it more – it was just gathering dust anyway. He didn't know if his life would be in danger during his studies at NAILS, but he still brought it along just in case – the ornate hilt and masterfully sharpened, gleaming blade made it a beautiful and elegant weapon, and its mere presence would allow him to show off to others, emphasizing his origins from a wealthy family. In addition, it reminded him of what humanity should eventually move away from thanks to technology – bloody carnage with pieces of metal is living out its days, and all those stuck in their combat skills will be consumed by the flames. This item is a symbol of the past, an endless staircase on which each subsequent step erases the concepts of error and success from the previous one, making it only a part of history and turning the consequences into causes. Finally, he took a wristwatch with a leather strap and metal inserts out of his bag. It looked worn and battered, but it still showed the time accurately. It once belonged to his father. When he acquired new ones, he gave them to his son. But not just like that – knowing his son's passion for collecting things, he first disassembled them into parts so that he would understand their mechanism and reassemble them, and along with them, he gave him a pocket tool kit specifically designed for assembling or disassembling the watch. Gideon managed to do it, and since then he has always carried it with him. The item, personally assembled by him, originally belonged not to him, but to his family, as did the previous ones – but this one carried a special sentimental attachment. This item is a symbol of the present, fleeting and coming every second, the only time in which life truly unfolds. Gideon placed the watch on the table and picked up the tool kit. But something told him that the time to use it had not yet come. Despite the fact that the move was stressful for him, and the realization that he would not return home, to his makeshift workshop, either today, or tomorrow, or in the near future, unpleasantly scratched at his soul, at the same time he felt a strange excitement, hope. So, putting the tools back in their place, he put on the watch and began to take out the rest of the items from his bag, which were of less importance to him in the endless flow of time.