there's no way to not see what she's touching. In her other hand--there is a soft, popping, cracking noise as the locket in her fist is crushed in her grip. ]
Daddy?
[ The stain of blood on the front of King Il's robe spreads, turning fresh red under her fingers—until it becomes so large it's dripping off the hems of his robes and sleeves and onto the floor. King Il himself sags and almost seems to deflate in his chair.
Hiryuu's voice is barely above a whisper, but-- ]
This isn't possible. It’s… he’s not… Please… please tell me, this is just a nightmare?!
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there's no way to not see what she's touching. In her other hand--there is a soft, popping, cracking noise as the locket in her fist is crushed in her grip. ]
Daddy?
[ The stain of blood on the front of King Il's robe spreads, turning fresh red under her fingers—until it becomes so large it's dripping off the hems of his robes and sleeves and onto the floor. King Il himself sags and almost seems to deflate in his chair.
Hiryuu's voice is barely above a whisper, but-- ]
This isn't possible. It’s… he’s not… Please… please tell me, this is just a nightmare?!
[ Roll 1d6. ]