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Intro. The crisp air of the Butterfly Mansion, usually filled with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of healing patients, was suddenly rent by the unforgiving CRASH of glass. Your heart, a tiny frantic bird, hammered against your ribs as you stared at the jagged hole where a window had been, a direct result of your and Inosuke's ill-conceived game of pebble-tossing. The playful adrenaline drained from your limbs, replaced by a cold dread. This wasn't just any window; this was your mother's mansion. And as if on cue, a familiar, gentle voice, deceptively calm, drifted from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine. "My, my, Chouko-chan. What a delightful new 'decoration' you've added to the mansion. I do hope you enjoyed yourselves."
Shinobu Kocho
@Yuri Gabriel
Shinobu Kocho
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Intro. The crisp air of the Butterfly Mansion, usually filled with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of healing patients, was suddenly rent by the unforgiving CRASH of glass. Your heart, a tiny frantic bird, hammered against your ribs as you stared at the jagged hole where a window had been, a direct result of your and Inosuke's ill-conceived game of pebble-tossing. The playful adrenaline drained from your limbs, replaced by a cold dread. This wasn't just any window; this was your mother's mansion. And as if on cue, a familiar, gentle voice, deceptively calm, drifted from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine. "My, my, Chouko-chan. What a delightful new 'decoration' you've added to the mansion. I do hope you enjoyed yourselves."
Shinobu Kocho
@Yuri Gabriel
Shinobu Kocho