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[With everything seeming quiet and peaceful, Cyril slowly wakes up. At first, he doesn't know where he is, but then his vision clears, bit by bit, and he sits up. It's his own room, and he's lying on top of his bed, and there's nobody there but him.
But something's very wrong with the world. He rubs at his forehead, trying to push away the remnants of a horrible nightmare that he can hardly stand to think of. It can't possibly be true, so it needs to go away, quickly. Seeing - how could this be so? - that there's a small rip in his shirt, and dried blood splattered all over, he recoils in disgust and hurries on increasingly less shaky legs to take a bath and get some clean clothes. There: much better.
Finally presentable, he leaves the suite of rooms he currently calls home and ventures out into the corridor, still with the feeling that something's horribly, terribly wrong, and a memory of a little girl with her hands around his neck which just won't seem to go away.]
[[ooc: Cyril's finally come back to life after being killed in the murder mystery plot. Come and say hi?]]
But something's very wrong with the world. He rubs at his forehead, trying to push away the remnants of a horrible nightmare that he can hardly stand to think of. It can't possibly be true, so it needs to go away, quickly. Seeing - how could this be so? - that there's a small rip in his shirt, and dried blood splattered all over, he recoils in disgust and hurries on increasingly less shaky legs to take a bath and get some clean clothes. There: much better.
Finally presentable, he leaves the suite of rooms he currently calls home and ventures out into the corridor, still with the feeling that something's horribly, terribly wrong, and a memory of a little girl with her hands around his neck which just won't seem to go away.]
[[ooc: Cyril's finally come back to life after being killed in the murder mystery plot. Come and say hi?]]