[SP-F01] Ashes, I.

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Spoiler Mishiro | HP: 340/340 | EN: 52/52 | DMG: 16 equipped Vanguard's Timepiece Trinket T1E3  |  LOOT DIE III [ref] “Time after time. Meine Zeugin.” A silver pocket watch. Within the circle of its chapter ring is a facade of clear glass, revealing the timepiece’s inner mechanisms. | [❄] item#2 item#3 battle-ready inventory item#1 skills Spoiler ● 2H Straight Sword V.     -> Stamina.     -> Ferocity. EXTRA 01. First Aid V. MASTERY Damage III. buffs Spoiler     [The First Lesson]

| UNDOCUMENTED LOCATION, APR 07 20XX.

She cracked one eye open and snuggled against the soft brown plush in her arms with a faint sigh.

Dawn was long past; the sun had risen to a particular point far above the horizon where its harsh midmorning light spilled past a gap in the buildings that framed her window's view of the sky. Bright yellow burned into the backs of her eyelids, and the girl disentangled her legs from the sheets, twisting around to face away from the glare in protest. She didn't have any pressing matters to attend to today. She pulled a blanket over her head, a wish for the comfort of sleep to reclaim her floated about lazily in the fog of her mind.

The place they had claimed for themselves beside an unnamed lake in Floor 3 had longer eaves that hung just above her window. Light never intruded upon the places where she slept, and mornings were a familiar solace — like the feeling of a hand rested gently on her head. She thought of the café downstairs, still and quiet, an unending queue of custom orders from Hermes, and the insistent thumping of a cat's paws outside her door, and how she could tell with near-pinpoint accuracy if Claude had decided to stay a little longer, despite never actually hearing him.

Today—

Neither the shop, nor the cat, nor the scout were there.

The half-formed dream spat her back out onto the shore. Mishiro stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling, disoriented, wondering why the residence's owner would paint a guest room such an uncharacteristic blue. Two fingers pulled down her menu, and she blearily skimmed through the messages she had received only moments prior.

—A cheery 'good morning;' he'd left at the usual time, and the consumables he'd taken from her emergency storage were marked down on the record book...

| [11:29] Mishiro tq.
| [11:29] Mishiro & mrnin.
| [11:30] Claude Sorry, did I wake you?
| [11:30] Mishiro ntofi turne fit self back on.

"—Mmh."

Everything was covered in fog. The girl's head once again disappeared beneath the covers.

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