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*There's a Devit in this kitchen, leaning back in a chair with his feet on a table, watching a rice cooker bubble. He looks a little sleepy, but it's all normal enough, right?
Then there's the light trail of blood leading through the room, right up to him. The source is a long gash on the side of his left arm, which is hanging a little uselessly by his side. It's still bleeding, soaking his coat.
Strangely enough, he doesn't even seem to notice it.*
Then there's the light trail of blood leading through the room, right up to him. The source is a long gash on the side of his left arm, which is hanging a little uselessly by his side. It's still bleeding, soaking his coat.
Strangely enough, he doesn't even seem to notice it.*