[Like this it is impossible to tell whose memory this room has come from and thus they have no idea what to expect. Hiryuu releases her chin to place his hand on her shoulder and gently guide her away from the center of the room. He crouches down behind the altar, pulling her out of sight as the footsteps grow closer.
It's a priest, come to clean the shrine. It may be that this is the priest's memory, in which case they would do well not to be noticed. Neither one of them was here in the past.
When the priest's back is turned, he points toward the stairwell and nods once to wordlessly urge her on.]
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[Like this it is impossible to tell whose memory this room has come from and thus they have no idea what to expect. Hiryuu releases her chin to place his hand on her shoulder and gently guide her away from the center of the room. He crouches down behind the altar, pulling her out of sight as the footsteps grow closer.
It's a priest, come to clean the shrine. It may be that this is the priest's memory, in which case they would do well not to be noticed. Neither one of them was here in the past.
When the priest's back is turned, he points toward the stairwell and nods once to wordlessly urge her on.]