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Inrin [ARCHIVED]
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The empty armor that had been walking towards them broke in pieces immediately, the clanging echoing across the mines, as Inrin sneered and kicked the pieces viciously away.
On high alert once again.
"There is barely any. Picked clean by others." The woman muttered and paused, staring at the bottle before moving to take it.
She didn't drink it immediately, opening it for a moment before sniffing. She doesn't trust anyone or anything and that was best, especially after meeting certain creatures.
Inrin paused and watched stranger move further into the darkness but...
She must have seen it, even if there's no light at all except for a lone torch, and had moved fast.
Footsteps echoed and Inrin dashed past the stranger before cleaving in the air.
Metal found metal.
Her hands are stained in blood, so are her feet and clothes. The upper half of her face is obscured by an owl mask, which looked as if its own wood had planted itself onto her skin, digging in and molding into her flesh.
She said nothing at first, holding a familiar cleaver in one hand.
"...I know." She finally spoke, voice quiet and ragged as if she hasn't drank water in so long, "But food would be nice, sir."
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Inrin sighed quietly to herself, a fog settling on her mind. Her hand pulled open a nearly filled journal, its pages almost slipping out with various sticky notes and leaves of paper.
'It seems I found another layer of hell.' She wrote, her other arm limp by her side and barely hanging by a sliver.
Inrin began to drink it immediately, sighing in relief before looking at the strangerβher eyes hidden behind the mask as its hollow eyes stared.
He doesn't seem to be lying and the water is fine...
"Inrin." She nodded and continued to drink as if she was dying.
Maybe she is.
