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( KILL LOG - QUER )
[It's quiet out in the city. The sun perpetually hangs over the horizon, granting illumination to the cobbled streets even after nighttime. Under any other circumstances, perhaps taking a stroll from the Botanical Gardens back to the motel would have been peaceful — but. Well. That's not really the case here. Not with the murders and trials hanging over everyone's heads, alongside this week's night terrors.
It's no wonder that as Quer heads out of the gardens, intent of returning to the motel, that misfortune strikes. Now, it's time to set the scene.]
It's no wonder that as Quer heads out of the gardens, intent of returning to the motel, that misfortune strikes. Now, it's time to set the scene.]

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the deed is done. it will be hidden until it is found, and that is her gift to those who will find her. no worrying about what did this. it will be there, with the marks she has left on Akane's body.
cold comes in, and she finds herself too weak to stand, her legs collapsing. she's not tired, but the blood flows, taking her energy with it. she can't barely breathe, the rage and emotion that requires energy and life draining from her face, because all there is in her is pain and her own heartbeat.
life fades as she thinks about those that she prays are safe, away, hidden, and the last thought is half of a memory.
sister...I can smell the flowers...
Quer has gone quiet and still.]
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Then the life bleeds out of Quer, and Akane knows she has done something unforgivable.
She's never killed anyone with her own hands before. There's blood on her hands, blood everywhere, and everyone's going to know. They're going to know, they're going to execute her for it, and for once in her life she can't afford to die now.
It's all gone wrong.
She flees the scene of her crime, tears streaming down her face, and tries to think of how to fix this.]
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a bouquet of fresh picked flowers, and a bloody cleaver.]