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I manage to walk all of two steps before I am facing another sign, just off in the distance. I walk busily in the direction of the sign, glancing at it with dark, crystal eyes for a brief moment. The scribblings upon the sign again I cannot read, yet the letters are corrected in blood. Disturbing, alarming, yet I cannot help but wonder what the lines mean.
For a beautiful, brief moment, I actually care. My attention rapt as I look upon the sign, only to realize.... I do not care.
In my frustration, I think that my last turn toward the left had been in vain. It only brought me to another accursed sign in a language I had no hopes of reading. This time, I turn toward the right. Surely, surely there would be something else awaiting me in this path.
Hopefully, I would be steering away from whatever fucking idiot keeps posting signs everywhere in the woods.
[ ooc; Yuuta grumpily turns toward the right. ]
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[DROP] Stopping by Woods ... [DARK or WIND drop]
