Fast paced footsteps are barely heard at the rink of midnight. One brown hand was at the hilt of the scabbard sheath, which held a reflective purple sword. Moon earrings along with a haori designed as a magical night swaying in the wind.
Quick foots...
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"A memory for a memory. A safe place to hide."
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"Y/n is. . . alive."
"Miss Shinobu! It's Y/n! She's hurt again, like last time!"
"She's lost a lot of blood. Her body seems to have been crushed. Some broken bones, serious cuts, and internal bleeding. Not to mention her heart was brutally affected by poison, her lungs have been pierced, and she has major brain injuries."
"Is she going to be okay?"
"She's alive. That's all I can say for now."
"How is she. . . alive? Her heart's been severely affected by poison. Not to mention, she should have bled out, and her lungs were pierced so her oxygen supply should've cut. Any normal person would have... died."
