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GRAVEYARD
Graveyard
Reflexively, you curl tighter. Just another minute. Just another minute of sleep is all you need, but the sun waits for no one. Wait. The sun? After many days and nights with only moonlight to guide you, your eyes snap open and your pupils contract at the light.
It's been a while, hasn't it?
Bask in this euphoria for however long it lasts, until your memory snaps back against your mind like a rubber band. Weren't you dead? No matter how you met your end, you certainly remember dying in vivid detail. The pain that corresponds to the last moment's of your life chooses then to make itself known, trying to wriggle free from your skin almost literally. That mark on your skin wasn't there before either.
Take a moment to breathe and get your bearings, and really take everything into focus. The warm rays of sun that dance upon your skin are colorful and fragmented like a kaleidoscope, the effect of being filtered through stained glass. Of all the places to wake up, it seems you're inside a church that's no stranger to you, St. Mary's Basilica. While the odds are good you've woken up with company somewhere near by, the glint of gold from the altar will likely catch your attention regardless—embedded deep in the altar stands a golden staff, two sculpted wings draped down its sides.
While some things are the same, and some things are different, there are still more questions than answers. But the inscription engraved into the roof of the ceiling of the Church, now visible in proper lighting seems rather apt: Welcome to Krakow (again).
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[... Maybe he'll get out, too. He's starting to get hungry again...
Which means he'll be throwing on his clothes after he dries off and wandering out of the room for a few minutes. The hotel plants are probably plastic, so...]
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Great. Thanks Ango. You weren't the best person to tell anything to but thanks for putting that out there.
[ Just accuse and have at it. It's getting late people. ]
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I'm surprised at remmy-wemmy however. What's he playing at exactly?
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[He came back just as Rem was giving out hints.]
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[Let him have his moment. It's been a rough week, he needs to be proud of something.]
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[ Do you remember who you're talking to Shin. ]
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[He's gonna pull up a chair to watch the thrilling conclusion.]
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[ Well. Rather, it was better that it was short, but he hates the sickening gloating! He's dressed by now and sighs, missing making up names for ojou-chan to remember. What a simple life it was. ]
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Of course, I can only assume the two killers were acting seperately. Either that, or the second one wanted revenge.
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[Hmph.]
Maybe the killer will try asking the Lady something? Not that we expect a straight awnser from her.
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