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This house is your home away from home, she was simply told when she asked why she was taken here.
But Ramlethal refuses to accept this as anything so much as resembling to home. Not when the people and things she cares about aren't here. Well, for now, the least she can do is understand her surroundings.
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There is nothing outstanding about the house, but nevertheless, her assessment provides her with the knowledge that at least one other person resides here, though she has yet to encounter them. Upstairs, she opens an unlocked door and enters. Someone’s bedroom. Ramlethal wastes no time looking over all the personal little touches, all the personal belongings, to get an idea of what kind of person resides here.
Baffling. Nothing in this room makes any sense. This person is definitely eclectic.
A closet is opened. Something about the clothes is familiar. Unfortunately, Ramlethal does not have the time to sift through her storage of memories because she hears a noise.
It must be them.
Okay, two options: Hide, or stand there as potentially hostile individual finds you breaking and entering their room---which is illegal. Considering her powers were stripped from her, hiding, she reasons, is the more sensible option. So, squeezing herself into the closet, she shuts the door. In pitch blackness, she can only stand there holding her breath, in an extremely uncomfortable tangle of clothes and hangers, hoping for the best and anticipating the worst.
