>The coast feels clear. You land, and go to the door. It isn't locked.
>You enter Satori's side of the house. It still feels like home, despite having moved out, and despite memories of a whole different and likely more genuine life. You walk into a living room, done up with old white wallpaper with little polka dots. There's pictures of family on the walls, as well as numerous animals; pets and wild animals. There's a TV in the corner, opposite of the couch. On the old striped couch is the kindest person you've known in two lifetimes, laying down with three cats curled up on her; Gram, Marsil, and Crissaegrim. She is wearing her old blue nightgown, complete with open-toed slippers.
>She is just staring at you, wide-eyed, jaw slack.
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