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[bloodredripper]

Good God my chest is killing me. Where the hell am I? Ugh, and look at these clothes. They’re absolutely ruined by that God awful cocoon contraption I was suspended in. Am I dead? Sleeping? Every time I close my eyes all I can see is... Red... Oh well. Could just be an after effect or maybe I hit my head? This is disgusting, sitting here in my own

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[second_soldier]

Nope, you're not the only one here.

[bloodredripper]

Oh thank GOD. I was getting so bored. I almost started talking to myself Wait... did this book just reply to me? What the... where the Hell am I?

[second_soldier]

Nah, I'm not the book. The journal's "magical" as they say. I'm a person, just like you, from another place.

Madame, welcome to Haibane Hollow. Everything would dawn to you soon... after you grow your wings.

[bloodredripper]

Thank you! Heh. Wings? What wings? I hope they match my outfit.
Wrinkling her nose as she stares at the journal.
You're not the only one here are you? Who are you anyway?

[meticulous_grey]

My chest is killing me too.

But morphine is excellent for that.

[bloodredripper]

Morphine? What's that? Seems a bit advanced for my time.