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Shrike's Heart (#4)
It's not quite a happy smile.
"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."
You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—
—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.
> Wake Up

Re: how dare you!!!
apparently when personal touches are left to their own devices they multiply when you're not looking? ]
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Now, let's see... how's the rest of the house looking. Maybe the brother bedroom?]
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Judging by the room, though, only one person seems to occupy this room. ]
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Not so perfect now, huh.]
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the oppressive atmosphere of this house grows stronger, though; it's hard to remain in this place, and it feels uncomfortably like someone is aware of and displeased by your action. ]
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You think you scare me?! Let's see you try and scare someone who doesn't give a crap about your approval!!
[You know what? He's going back out to the hall. To grab that sword on the wall.]
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possibly you are one of the nuisances she speaks of. ]