[ Fortunes and fates.... he looks down at the offered hands and while hesitant, clasps hers in a strong hold. Whatever the risk, he needed to know.
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Snow.
It fell gently on her skin leaving behind a whisper of warmth. The god was suddenly transported to a world of phantasm hidden in the dark recess of his mind. Before her, a trail of old footprints steer her toward a dark forest where no light passes through. Should she choose to follow where it leads, she will find a steel gun covered in blood marking the entrance of the forest. If she moves to touch it a memory will suddenly burst into full glory.
A heart beat rapidly in his chest. He was running, chasing after a figure in the dark. He ran headlong through the streets tracking the echo of insanity smeared across the wind and when he caught sight of the human figure he pulled out the gun. The shadowy figure laughed and he--you--pulled the trigger and a sharp cry filled the air as the bullet slammed through flesh and you smiled, an acrid smile filled with the same taint of insanity.
The gun suddenly slips from your grasp the blood making it too slippery to hold onto and when it hits the ground the white snow turns red.]
You shouldn't touch that.
[ A figure steps out of the forest, looking like Zero but with slightly longer hair. ]
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Snow.
It fell gently on her skin leaving behind a whisper of warmth. The god was suddenly transported to a world of phantasm hidden in the dark recess of his mind. Before her, a trail of old footprints steer her toward a dark forest where no light passes through. Should she choose to follow where it leads, she will find a steel gun covered in blood marking the entrance of the forest. If she moves to touch it a memory will suddenly burst into full glory.
A heart beat rapidly in his chest. He was running, chasing after a figure in the dark. He ran headlong through the streets tracking the echo of insanity smeared across the wind and when he caught sight of the human figure he pulled out the gun. The shadowy figure laughed and he--you--pulled the trigger and a sharp cry filled the air as the bullet slammed through flesh and you smiled, an acrid smile filled with the same taint of insanity.
The gun suddenly slips from your grasp the blood making it too slippery to hold onto and when it hits the ground the white snow turns red.]
You shouldn't touch that.
[ A figure steps out of the forest, looking like Zero but with slightly longer hair. ]
Who are you?