[ Behind the red door is a simple room with no windows. Everything is concrete in the room except for a padded doctor's chair. A younger Mukuro sits in the chair, a white cotton eyepatch over his right eye. At first it doesn't seem like he sees you enter and then he slowly focuses on you. Something ugly twists his lips into a smile.
Dirty. Mukuro says, in his child's voice. Behind you, the red door slams shut. It's locked.
You cannot get out.
Every clean up has to start somewhere. The boy says.
You are afraid, up until he buries all three prongs of the trident in your chest. Then you're simply dead. ]
[ From behind the red door is the smell of cinnamon rolls. ]
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[ Behind the red door is a simple room with no windows. Everything is concrete in the room except for a padded doctor's chair. A younger Mukuro sits in the chair, a white cotton eyepatch over his right eye. At first it doesn't seem like he sees you enter and then he slowly focuses on you. Something ugly twists his lips into a smile.
Dirty. Mukuro says, in his child's voice. Behind you, the red door slams shut. It's locked.
You cannot get out.
Every clean up has to start somewhere. The boy says.
You are afraid, up until he buries all three prongs of the trident in your chest. Then you're simply dead. ]
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