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˚✧꒰ 治癒 ꒱ 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃

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Quiet and fast, the girl made her way down the stairs of the Central Cathedral. To the elevator, to get down to the 10th floor, and to make sure not to —
— accidentally get spotted, run down from there once again.

She just wanted to catch some air for a few minutes. Alone. She didn’t want to get any of her two fellow knights into trouble of course, but, just for a moment, a breeze of air all alone without the reminder of a —
— certain day.

Passing the 3rd now, something unusual got to Thirty-Three‘s attention. The huge door to the Equipment Vault was open. She would’ve to carefully go pass said door, to not get caught on her way out, thus Asuna peaked slowly inside.... no one to be seen. Tapping —
— slowly to the other wall, hues trailing around cautious as ever, also watching where she’d step once at the first stair. As suddenly, the knight stopped.

‚Is that... blood?‘

Drops of blood. Thin, auburn eyebrows moved closer. And then, 34 started to follow the blood. Here —
— and there, they appeared on the red carpet, yet dark enough to spot for a careful eye. And they apparently lead straight into said Vault. Worry grew on the female’s facial features at this point, as she now swiftly made her way through, to find its source.

And eventually, —
— she stopped. Both palms raising to her agape mouth in shock, a mere moment before getting down on her knees right in front of her fellow knight comrade, Fifteen.

„H-Hey! Fifteen, can you hear me?!“

She only dared to lightly touch his shoulder. Considering in what shape—
— his body currently was, shaking wasn’t the best idea after all.

What in Stacia‘s world happened...?!
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