Update. Now with 100% more Suwako.
>>5138 Counterpoint: Hypothermia.
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You frown. Why is she apologizing to you?
“Who was the woman a moment ago?”
Sanae stops apologizing and straightens up. Before she can speak, however, Kanako cuts her off.
“Shameimaru Aya. She’s a reporter for the tengu, runs some kind of tabloid newspaper.”
Wait... newspaper? And she’s got your picture... not good. notgoodnotgoodnotgood.
You leap out through the gaping hole in the wall, landing outside. Despite the absence of snow, the ground is cold enough to sting your feet, reminding you that you aren’t wearing any shoes. You begin to run, looking for any signs of this ‘Aya’ woman. Nothing, not even footprints. You’re positive she went this way. Were did she go?
Kanako drifts lazily out through the hole, watching you. That’s right! The woman had wings! You look up scanning the sky for any shapes. Empty.
You fall down to your knees. What now? If your picture ends up in the news, the guards will recognize it and come for you. You’ll need to leave here. Maybe tonight, if you can manage it. Standing slowly, you begin to make your plans. You start coughing, and drop to your knees again. Your lungs feel raw, and the cold air burns your throat. Everything goes dark for moment, and when it clears you’re lying on the ground again. Kanako floats over to you, an amused look on her face.
“What’s the rush? You aren’t going to catch her. In fact, you should be more worried about your health than about a picture.”
She’s right, you feel horrible. Sanae walks over and helps you to your feet, supporting you as you walk back to the shrine. They lead you to a modest dining room, despite the lack of chairs, and Sanae goes through a door into what you assume is the kitchen. Kanako moves down, sitting on one of the cushions spread on the floor around the table, and you follow suit. Silence prevails.
After several moments, the door into the hall behind you opens, and you hear someone enter the room. You tense up, turning your head quickly to see who it is.
...it’s quite a strange sight. It’s a small girl with blonde hair, and what appear to be a moustache and monocle painted on to her face in black. She’s also wearing the most ridiculous hat you have ever seen. It’s a straw hat, easily as large as her head, with a pair of eyes on top. They feel like they’re glaring at you...
The girl rubs her eyes, as if she just woke up. She lets out a yawn and stretches
“What was all that noise…?”
She opens her eyes and looks at you through a haze of drowsiness. You swear you can feel the hat staring at as well.
“Who are you?”
[ ] False name (write-in)
[ ] Real name (write-in)
[ ] Ask her name instead
[ ] Point out the stuff on her face
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You can introduce yourself differently to each person you meet. Could create some interesting situations.
