Week 5 - After The Massacre

[dolleyed]

[ Silence has settled in the resort, but the lack of auditory input hardly seems to matter when there is an overwhelming stench of death hanging in the air of the third floor. Burned flesh, the iron stench of blood, burned hair... guts and decay. All everywhere.

No staff appears to clean the mess. There's only yourselves now and the remnants of what used to be your friends. ]

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[enter_the_darkness]

[ His lips press together tightly for a moment... and then he just gives a heavy exhale. He's too. Everything. To want to bother with fighting Anthy, of all people. He'd rather it be someone clearly experienced with fighting? ]

... Fair enough.

[ As close to an apology as anyone could ever get out of him tbh. ]

[rosebridled]

Thank you.