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She had met him once. It felt like a dream when it did happen and she didn’t remember the ending. (Maybe an ending never happened? Maybe she woke up in the middle of the dream.) So the chance meeting between her and- what was his name? Enri? Eningar? Yes, that sounded correct- Eningar, she felt a cold chill run through her.

"I'm not sure how I feel about cutting hands off for pleasure's sake, but I don't like to be wasteful, so would you like to have these hands?" -Rin

Shadows curled around her ankles as crickets hummed a song (was that C minor?) while hidden behind trees and moss that seemed much too dark for the time of day. It was not often that Luka found herself in the woods, let alone this deep. Nothing that her eyes landed on seemed real, knowing full well that it had to be. She wasn’t capable of hallucinations unless a graphics card was glitching. What she was capable of was seeing a shift in her field of vision, something taller than her by very little shrouded in the suffocating blackness. Luka took a tentative step forward.

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