( ??? - WEEK 4, AKANE )

[abhoth]

[It's late, more Monday morning than Sunday night. The execution has come and gone, undoubtedly as gruesome as all those before it, and those who are still capable of sleep have retired to their beds. Others, haunted by the events of the last three weeks, may not be able to rest so easily. But curfew is curfew, and no one has yet to experiment with what would happen if that rule were broken.

In the relative safety of whatever room Akane has chosen to rest in tonight, she'll find herself suddenly on alert. Someone (or something) is messing with the door's lock.

What now?]

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[abhoth]

[Sorry, Akane. Seems like this is just cruddy luck for her, as everything else in her life.

She only manages to crawl a couple of feet again before the monster lunges at her. It wraps its tendrils tight around her, black sludge sluggishly staining her clothing from the injury she gave the beast earlier, and then it begins to drag her. It doesn't take her genius intellect for her to notice she's getting taken towards the Dark Room. As this happens, however, she'll hear a feminine voice laugh in her ear.]

[18x0]

[For a moment, she gives up in her mind. She's seen too much, suffered too long. Maybe it would be easier to just let go and allow this horrible place end her life.

But then she hears that laughter. She's being mocked. Whether it's the mysterious Mother or Mira from beyond the grave, they're laughing at her misfortune. They know how much she still has left to do, how many people's lives depend on her. They think they can stop her.

It's the flare of anger brought on by that thought that gives her the strength to keep fighting. Ignoring the ache in her body, she tightens her grip on the piece of wood that's still in her hand and stabs it into the monster once again.]