are we actually living? or are we being kept alive?

[finalring]

After the execution, the survivors are dismissed to rest in preparation for the next week. The miasma curls and turns into each room, letting fall a cold and oppressive atmosphere that fills every corner of the place.

And yet, even in a place that has caused so much grief, life must go on. Thirteen has always been considered to be an unlucky number, but that is the number of people that are left--what will you do, in this false calm?

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no worries! I also tagged in pretty late ahaha

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[He's just hanging out in the middle of the hall, close enough not to shout, not far enough away not to feel a little like crowding when he's got a literal miasma shadow following him about. It's not as thick nor choking as it will be in the week to come, but it's enough to lend an extra weight to his steps all the same.

His eyebrow is raised as he contemplates the door.]

I'll wager that the louder you complain... the worse it's likely to get. A wise decision, Dazai Osamu.

[Yes, he's just full-naming everyone now, it's a thing. Also, the decorations are going to get worse anyway, but that's probably not a result of this conversation.

Probably.]