damedana | [UMINEKO SPOILERS] Heart (Scored)

It's a bedroom. Or rather, a guestroom. A western styled guestroom with two beds, a nightstand where an old turn-style phone sits, a dresser, a table with a basket of candy sitting on it and a couple of chairs pushed under, and wardrobe sitting out on the floor. There are windows on one of the walls, doors on two other walls. One leads to a bathroom with a toilet, sink, and tub with shower head. The other is the exit, locked as evident by the chain lock firmly in place on the door.

You know instinctively: <in order to get to your goal, you must find a way out of this room>

That might prove to be a little difficult when the room you're standing in the middle of is covered in blood. Puddles of the red substance pooling in various locations throughout the room. It looks just like a crime scene of some mass murder--including a dried out corpse sitting cozily on a bed--y'know. If there wasn't streamers in black and orange spelling out HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

What a relief, it's just a Halloween party.

Except there are words written in that same red substance on the wall where the purple thorny vines have spread to, covering some of the words with loops and curls that seem to resemble letters of their own:

They owed their fortunes to the Golden Witch.
They were cursed by their own greed.
The culAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

It's uncomfortable. The darkness growing deeper outside as the wind howls and the rain can be heard beginning to fall, the backdrop to this scene that you don't want to believe is real, know is real, can't accept as real, forced to remember always as the reality--you don't want to be here, you don't want to be here! The feeling of someone, or something watching in through the windows, taking such delight in the scene before you, is oppressing and you know that the only way to escape it is to leave the room.

The moment the chain lock is removed, the door swings open without issue. The lights flicker. The sound of chains moving echo in the room again, and you can feel the weight on your throat get heavier, the pressure tightening. Reaching up to your neck still reveals nothing is physically there.

You exit the room. Whether you intend to just now or not, there's not really an option. There's a strangling pull against your neck, the invisible collar attached to an invisible leash. The sound of chains is a roar of noise--blood thrumming in your ears, as you're dragged forward.

You made this choice to continue.

You chose to go further and deeper.

You chose to lose those precious seconds to get air and start to choke.

You're running out of time. At this rate…

You're reaching, desperately grabbing hold--

You lose your grip.

You gasp for air even when you know you shouldn't.

You can't breathe.

Your eyes sting.

Your lungs and throat burn.

You're screaming her name.

There's no sound at all.

The lights go off again. You can't see anything. But you know you're now in another room. And you can breathe just fine.

[This is a personal attack?

She closes her eyes a moment after taking the room in, but then she's going to check the body on the bed. Who it is, if it's real or even a dummy made to look like someone.]

Oh, it's definitely a real corpse. Kinda hard to make out the who unless. Well, there's one way to ID this person.

How thoroughly is she checking over the body?

[She doesn't mind, she'll feel up this corpse. Or y'know, check for telling jewellery, look in their pockets, maybe Eva or Shannon's tattoos? Or she can look in their mouth, turn them over...]

Okay, so pretty thoroughly.

Spoilers: the corpse has six digit toesies.

[Well that'll do it. If there's nothing else to find on the body then, she's done with that, whatever. She'll go look at the nightstand then, anything in it this time? If not, how is phone?]

Nothing of note in the drawer this time!

But good news, the phone works!

There's also a voice on the phone if you put your ear to the phone. A familiar girl's even. She seems to be breathing kind of harshly into the receiver, like she's in terrible pain. Words coming out in a garbled mess as if she's having trouble speaking, "Hello? Hello? Please... is anyone there?"

Except that can't be possible, you saw Jessica's face.

There wasn't a face left for her to speak with.

[Haha......... Ahaha.wav even.]

Jessica-chan? It's alright, I'm here.

There's silence.

And then there's just a wounded kind of outraged wail before the line clicks and goes dead.

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