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Crawling out of a used grave is horror material enough, let alone when it's your own. You remember that particular dirt bath with haunting clarity. And you're not 100% sure it's even yours. It was a neat, simple, but neglected little thing. Someone made it with loving care only to never return.
You remember dying. You remembered it for at least a good 3 hours or so. Panic attacks, not fun. Lighting storms will forever make you twitch.
Looking round all you gather is that you're in a forest. Everything hurts and your chest stings with a throbbing pain. Looking down at yourself with some sense of coherency you see... not your clothes.
Huh.
Instead of the lazy ensemble you'd thrown on is a grubby black kimono styled shirt, a filthy skirt-like thing and black pant-leggings.
Its also covered in blood.
Fumbling for the opening of the kimono shirt and wrenching it open you look down at jagged scars. Lightening scars.
Oh boy
Not a good thing, indeed.
Dropping the kimono closed you look around again, there's still just a abundance of trees, but hey, there could have been bears, or grave robbers.
Standing shows to be a long winded task. Hissing at the static feeling of pins and needles throughout your body. Nausea rearing it's ugly head.
.....do you count as a grave robber?
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Starting is the hardest part, but you make a decent pace and looking ahead there's a river. The sky is darkening and your skin is crawling.
You don't like this.
Reaching the river you plop down on its banks and look blearily at the setting sun. Maybe there shelter nearby? No, wishful thinking.
Probably.
Glancing down you feel a wave of ice in your blood and choking bile in your throat. A small, pale face stares up at you. Choppy dark hair and matching eyes. Purple striped cheeks.
What
The image of Rin Nohara turns a shade of sickly green.
Everything burns