You sit against the trunk of an old tree, next to a river. The setting sun reflects orange and red off the surface off the water, the silence only broken by the the quiet lap of water against the riverbank.

( there’s suddenly something in his hand and holy fuck that better not be-- )

[The radio cuts on to Kind’s voice, oddly echoing as though he’s in a large, cavernous space]

There are five paths.

[Another voice breaks in, likely only familiar to a few of the older residents as Shiro/Seele (Ishida). It’s not as deep as Kind’s, and gives the impression of a young, serious-sounding male]We're going to have to check them one at ( Read more... )

KAZAHANA.

YOU CRAZY FUCKING BITCH. WHY DID YOU TRY TO KILL ME?

*handwriting gets smaller and messier, obviously agitated*

Look if you remembered me, I'm sorry, all right? I didn I don't kno YOU CAN'T GET MAD AT ME FOR SHIT I DON'T REMEMBER DOING.

*Added later*

Okay, it wasn't Kazahana, it was some freaky evil version of her. So watch out.