[ She doesn't have a response to that. Instead, she stands silently behind him as Shin turns the handle. His eyes widen, and he steps inside shakily, following by the reeking stench of blood. Sara falls in half step behind him, tugging at the bow of her uniform with hidden anxeity.
Shin's room looks much the same as it had, all those months ago. The bed is crumpled and unmade, the warm lights ascew and the windows dark. The only splash of color is a vivid stain of red and teal crumpled by the side of the bed. Shin lies chest down...the head itself is missing, instead replaced by a stain of lurid red which blends into the puddle of singed scarf. His hand is still outstretched, reaching out forward with bloody fingers and several broken nails. As Sara stares, she could almost swear she saw them twitch, but that might have been her own rapidly blurring vision.
But that wasn't the only thing in the room, when Sara raised her gaze to the bedside table, Sara saw a familiar bucket and mess of green hair that had every half hearted comfort dead in its tracks. ]
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[ She doesn't have a response to that. Instead, she stands silently behind him as Shin turns the handle. His eyes widen, and he steps inside shakily, following by the reeking stench of blood. Sara falls in half step behind him, tugging at the bow of her uniform with hidden anxeity.
Shin's room looks much the same as it had, all those months ago. The bed is crumpled and unmade, the warm lights ascew and the windows dark. The only splash of color is a vivid stain of red and teal crumpled by the side of the bed. Shin lies chest down...the head itself is missing, instead replaced by a stain of lurid red which blends into the puddle of singed scarf. His hand is still outstretched, reaching out forward with bloody fingers and several broken nails. As Sara stares, she could almost swear she saw them twitch, but that might have been her own rapidly blurring vision.
But that wasn't the only thing in the room, when Sara raised her gaze to the bedside table, Sara saw a familiar bucket and mess of green hair that had every half hearted comfort dead in its tracks. ]