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[After some considerable confusion and the realization her mystic eyes weren't working, Shiki's first course of action in a strange, unknown situation? Procure a weapon. She slammed the glass of the picture frame, full of unfamiliar faces, against the dresser, and picked up the largest piece of broken glass--]
[Her left arm was real. Her prosthetic arm shouldn't have been able to bleed. She stared at it with a strange detachment; it didn't hurt much, the bleeding was hardly a concern.]
[Dripping on the floor as she stalked the halls of the empty home, she left the glass on the counter, replacing it with a kitchen knife, and stepped out the front door]
[On the front door of 1487 Kramden Road, still in a tacky looking nightgown, Shiki stood, staring somewhat detached at the town around her. In one hand she partially concealed a sharp paring knife. Her other hand was bleeding a little.]
Abduction? Amnesia...?
[Her left arm was real. Her prosthetic arm shouldn't have been able to bleed. She stared at it with a strange detachment; it didn't hurt much, the bleeding was hardly a concern.]
[Dripping on the floor as she stalked the halls of the empty home, she left the glass on the counter, replacing it with a kitchen knife, and stepped out the front door]
[On the front door of 1487 Kramden Road, still in a tacky looking nightgown, Shiki stood, staring somewhat detached at the town around her. In one hand she partially concealed a sharp paring knife. Her other hand was bleeding a little.]
Abduction? Amnesia...?