[Santanico feels a sense of dread in her stomach as she steps inside the room. There are gashes on the wall. Violent, nasty things. Something bad has happened here, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that much. She does not reach out to touch them.
She knows better than that.
She wanders across the room, eventually finding herself in front of the phases of the moon. She reaches out to touch it, as if wondering what she'll see. She has yet to address the boy in the corner. She will soon enough.]
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reach out to touch them.
She knows better than that.
She wanders across the room, eventually finding herself in front of the phases of the moon. She reaches out to touch it, as if wondering what she'll see. She has yet to address the boy in the corner. She will soon enough.]