Where is this?
[The feed opens on Riful, but for once, she doesn't look nearly as composed as she normally does. That ever-present, unnerving smile? Gone. Poise? Completely absent.
Instead, she looks... small, curled up with her arms around her knees.]
I... don't like this place. It's run-down and moldy and the fog keeps getting in.
[Then she
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