[Kyrie passes her hand over the wall where a staircase would have appeared. The wall is completely solid, it doesn't budge. Knocking on it hints there's nothing beyond. Thoughtful, she steps back and returns downstairs. Breakfasts need to be made.
Besides, there are other matters to think about, like her latest memory. Looks like Rudolf and she got rather far in their improvised plan. And then she died. A gunshot. She had missed a shot and accidentally spared one of her in-laws. How embarrassing! Rudolf was dead too. The plan failed.
What was more, she had no idea what happened to Battler. Maybe he was killed too, maybe not. She had no way to know. It was strange...she actually felt sorrow for Battler's potential death. Rudolf's death was...well it was troublesome. That's unfortunate. Her daughter, Ange...well it seemed she was an orphan now. Who knows what'd happen to her.
All in all, Kyrie was by herself again, with no ties at all, and by being in this hellish place, she has a chance to restart her life.
It's no surprise she appears quite cold this morning]
Here's your breakfast.
[Later, when she calmed down, she goes to the shooting range, practicing with a crossbow. There's something soothing about shooting. It's not a gun, but it's close enough. When someone enters she turns her head around and greets them with a rather strained smile]
I'm sorry if I was cold during breakfast time. I guess that's normal on Sundays, but that's no excuse, so I'd like to apologize.
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[Kyrie passes her hand over the wall where a staircase would have appeared. The wall is completely solid, it doesn't budge. Knocking on it hints there's nothing beyond. Thoughtful, she steps back and returns downstairs. Breakfasts need to be made.
Besides, there are other matters to think about, like her latest memory. Looks like Rudolf and she got rather far in their improvised plan. And then she died. A gunshot. She had missed a shot and accidentally spared one of her in-laws. How embarrassing! Rudolf was dead too. The plan failed.
What was more, she had no idea what happened to Battler. Maybe he was killed too, maybe not. She had no way to know. It was strange...she actually felt sorrow for Battler's potential death. Rudolf's death was...well it was troublesome. That's unfortunate. Her daughter, Ange...well it seemed she was an orphan now. Who knows what'd happen to her.
All in all, Kyrie was by herself again, with no ties at all, and by being in this hellish place, she has a chance to restart her life.
It's no surprise she appears quite cold this morning]
Here's your breakfast.
[Later, when she calmed down, she goes to the shooting range, practicing with a crossbow. There's something soothing about shooting. It's not a gun, but it's close enough. When someone enters she turns her head around and greets them with a rather strained smile]
I'm sorry if I was cold during breakfast time. I guess that's normal on Sundays, but that's no excuse, so I'd like to apologize.