#shxtdisturber

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It served her right, really...getting complacent - it was naïve, stupid really; as if she would ever fully be free of those bastards - there was no way in any manner of reality they would ever stop hunting her down...she knew that, she'd always known that...but she had dared, for even a moment, to believe she could relax.

To settle down, to allow roots to form and to simply be for a moment - this was her biggest mistake; they'd found her, begun the process of burning her world entirely to the ground again, managed to sink their hooks in her again, and begin the horrors all over again...truthfully speaking, she had no idea how she had managed to get away a second time...or why her legs had lead her there.

It had been decades - there was no way that Jan would still live there, right? ...surely he'd moved on after all this time, and yet...the key had been in the same place as always, still fit in the lock.

Coming here was so...unforgivably selfish if she had actually managed to make her way there, and wasn't simply hallucinating - if he was, then she had put him in the line of fire too; why...why was she being so foolish?

...wait - someone was saying something...perhaps it was all in her head; but even through her blurred vision of nothing but swirling color, the pain that left her crippled, and the tinnitus that rang in her ears, she could hear them speaking again.

A roadmap of torture and experimentation was evident, etched across her flesh - blood and grime covered her, her hair a wild tangle and filled with matts, caked with dried viscera.

A quiet croak worked it's way free - where was the voice coming from? In her head? It all hurt...was so painful, but she had become accustomed to as much, trying again, "J...an...Jan?"

[formaberserkir]

"Get in the van. You’re going to the hospital."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Injury wasn't apparent on her, though tattered robes told a different story, one without a reliable narrator; he was somewhere nearby and dreadfully robbed of his vocal chords. Yumie paused, taking a moment to take in her surroundings and a cool breath of night air - it was nice to be alive, wasn't it? Nice to be awake.

The van in question was run down and void of any kind of legal markings; it could be registered to the Devil for all she knew. The man sticking his pierced face outside it wasn't convincing either, but enough to make the nun cock her head to the side and, with a curious lilt to her accented voice, ask "Who the hell are you to be telling me what to do?"

It wasn't a friendly inquiry.

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“I think you’re being too hard on yourself,” she began, lips pursed, “I-I mean, nuns aren’t supposed to date, but a lot of people that b-break their vows just want companionship.” Spoken like a true loner, Yumiko found herself taking a bit of pity on the stranger--well, Jan, now, wasn’t it? Such an interesting name, she had to silently mouth it back to herself a few times to pronounce it properly before re-engaging in conversation. 

“Just like lonely men at bars, yeah?” 

He’d been nursing that drink for a while, to the point where Yumiko wondered if she should ask the bartender for a cab for him when the time came. There was something oddly sad about Jan, piquing her interests. Rough around the edges? He was nice. This conundrum called for another long sip of her beer, finishing it. 

“I’m Yumiko. And my church doesn’t do choirs.”

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“O-oh, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon! A-are you looking for a place for confession?”