[Her toes turn inward, blue shoes looking almost purple with the red coat they've received.]
But I had forgotten some parts. This happened over a hundred years ago.
[The slaughter, that is. There's part of a corpse not far from where she stands. A few steps and she's within kicking distance. A leg swings out to do just that - the limb her foot makes contact with skids along the ground, leaving a messy smear of blood behind it.]
It's the tower I don't like. It makes me angry. It makes me want to kill every human I've ever set my eyes on.
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[Her toes turn inward, blue shoes looking almost purple with the red coat they've received.]
But I had forgotten some parts. This happened over a hundred years ago.
[The slaughter, that is. There's part of a corpse not far from where she stands. A few steps and she's within kicking distance. A leg swings out to do just that - the limb her foot makes contact with skids along the ground, leaving a messy smear of blood behind it.]
It's the tower I don't like. It makes me angry. It makes me want to kill every human I've ever set my eyes on.