[ This feels more like a crypt or a morgue or the inside of a Victorian museum where you will absolutely be flung into prison or taken to the stocks if you bump into anything, which automatically makes Sana sway a bit at the thought, lightheaded from Anxiety.
This is going to be how she dies, isn't it? In this foreboding treehouse? But at least if she dies, she'll try to be polite about it. ]
Y-yes, thank you for your help, I'll go right now--
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This is going to be how she dies, isn't it? In this foreboding treehouse? But at least if she dies, she'll try to be polite about it. ]
Y-yes, thank you for your help, I'll go right now--
[ SHE IS PRACTICALLY FLEEING. ]