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[scritch, scratch.

in this dark room full of dust and ancient cobwebs there's a faint scratching sound coming from somewhere in the back. those courageous enough to investigate will find a coffin, with heavy iron bands held in place with padlocks keeping it sealed shut. there's no sign of anything alive in the room, yet the scratching sound continues.]

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[exploration seems to be what she does best lately, and the soft scratching has her thinking that maybe an animal is trapped in this room somewhere. so she makes her way in somewhat nervously, gasping softly when she sees the padlocked coffin.]

[as she gets closer the scratching noises stop for a few moments, as though whatever is inside is aware of her. then they start up again frantically]

Hello?

[oh my god, is someone trapped in there? she starts looking around frantically for something to help with.]

H-Hold on, I need to find something to open the locks!

[definitely trapped, and has been for a long time if the dust is anything to go by. the locks are rusty, so if there's a blunt object anywhere they shouldn't be too hard to break off.]

I'll be right back!

[she's running off to get something, and after some searching comes back with a metal bat, which she promptly swings at one of the locks as hard as she can.]

[there's a ringing thud of metal striking stone when the lock falls off, and the frantic scratching stops at the sound of it. there's two locks to go.]

[she takes a moment to grin in success before slamming the bat on the next lock.]

[whoever is inside is attempting to push the lid of the coffin open already, but is having trouble due to the bands and that third lock]

Just a little longer!

[and that would be the third lock she just smashed. how are the bands removed, and how heavy are they?]

[they're heavy, and need to be pushed up. each is on a hinge that's as rusty as the locks were.]

[...this could take a little bit. she is, after all, only a fourteen year old girl. but she's trying her best!]

[if she wears herself out from all this it will be to his advantage, so he won't be complaining.]

[yeah well, she hasn't even thought about the fact that this could be dangerous, since she hasn't run into anything bad yet, really. by the time she's almost done, her fingers are probably bruised, and maybe even a little bloody, but she doesn't really care.]

Almost...

[if her fingers do bleed from this, he won't be able to hold back. it's been too long since he's seen a live person.]

[and that would be the last of the bands creaking out of the way and she brings her fingers to her chest, biting her lip. ow ow owww ;;]

[it's quiet once she's done. then that lid is being slammed open, the only thing inside becoming a blur of moment that knocks her against the wall, a cold and bony body pressing against hers before something incredibly sharp sinks into her neck.]

[she barely even has time to scream before the pain hits her neck and tears spring to her eyes.]

Wh-wh--

[his bite isn't at all gentle, and soon she should feel it when he sucks at her neck hard, a cold, strong hand holding her head to the side by the chin]

[that gets the tears sliding down her cheeks as she sobs softly, not at all used to pain this bad. but she's not going to give up that easily and pushes at him, even though her arms are sore and tired from freeing him in the first place.]

[her struggles are just going to be ignored, for now at least. he does have some awareness that she's the reason he's free and able to feast like this in the first place, so it will be a sign of his thanks that he doesn't let this go so far as to kill her.]

[she stops struggling eventually, crying silently and waiting for it to be over. at least she's learned not to wander into dangerous places on her own!]

[he's still hungry when he finally pulls away, but there's already more color to him when he looks at her]

...Kairi?

[she flinches a little at the sound of his voice, eyes squeezed shut. she'd be trying to flee now if she didn't feel so weak and sore.]

[she may be weak, but he's more than strong enough to pick her up.]

Nnn... You can't be her, she died years ago.

[well excuse her if she panics a little; she's thinking that she might be getting taken away to snack on later.]

L-Let go of me, I'll scream and someone will come--

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