Riful's Heart.

[dramatispersonae]

[everything goes away.]

[sight, sound, taste, touch, smell - you lose yourself to the nothing that waits through the doorway. do you have a body? a mind? what is such a thing? for a dizzying moment, you might not even be sure you have a "you" to identify these concepts with.]

[then, wrenching and violent, the confusion of the senses pummels itself back inside you like seasoning pounded into raw meat, and you're left, painfully sensate, on an open plain.]

Comments

[madasahero]

[nods]

That's my best guess.

She is not a girl at all, though. So please be careful.

[identityformations]

[ps he is clearly a lot less happier than whenever you last saw him]

What, then?

[madasahero]

[notices]

Something else. We are her prey.

[identityformations]

[mrf]

Right then. So I suppose it's going to be dangerous in here.

[madasahero]

[nods]

Ah, most likely.

[identityformations]

[doesn't...particularly seem to be caring]

Any idea where we should go?

[madasahero]

[Shakes his head]

...I'm going to the tower

[identityformations]

Makes sense.

[is probably not following you though]