WEEK 1 EXECUTION

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EXECUTION

Just like before, you all get up in the morning...but you know that after today, there will be less of you.

The Lady appears again, leading you all up the stairs to the third floor, past whatever glimpses of the upper floors you might get. This time, it's to a chapel - where a screen near the altar is already playing a video, the sound of the most beautiful instrument in the world washing over you all as you take a seat in the pews.

The Lady puts down some tarp near the altar, as if expecting this to get messy. When she's finished, she sets her gaze on all of you, her beautiful somehow awful during this moment before someone dies.

"Good morning. Shall we begin this execution?"

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[enter_the_darkness]

[ A mistake has been made.

He'd just paused when walking past her, looked down in confusion as he saw her reaction to the whole thing. Now she's holding onto him, and... he just kind of stands there, not moving. ]

It's over.

[ Those aren't comforting words, because he doesn't know how to give those. Besides, even if he did know, why would he? He doesn't know her. Didn't know the dead guy or the executioner.

But, while the words aren't comforting... they are fact, a solid truth that's a reminder of the kind of place they're in.

Get it together. ]

[whirlingmace]

[ His words may be short, but it's enough. Reaching up to rub her face and give a slow nod. ]

I know. I know...

[ Still holding on for a little longer though. ]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ While he won't be touching her back (he isn't even looking back over to her), he also isn't shoving her away.

... Must just be that he wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere and he's sore and stiff, or something.

Yeah. ]