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Father’s old study had finally become cleaned since his return. Although when nightfall came, there was still an air to it that Rinne couldn’t quite describe.
Turning a page of an old tome, she swears that she can hear what sounds like heels clack against the cold tile of the floor. But when she looks behind her—no one is there.
Every now and again she feels a chilling touch gracefully lay upon her shoulder. A familiar one too. It is the touch of an enemy, who turned into a friend, who then became something more deep inside.
She can’t help but wonder if it’s Lachesis. Ever since her death, it feels as if she’d become a part of her dreams. Visiting her through that world since it’s now the only way she can. Rinne vowed to bring her back, just like her friend Atropos.
Though learning such alchemic techniques are going to take a lot of time.
Desperately she wishes that she could speed up the process, but alas. This is not something one can rush. Or would even want to rush. Rushing it could make everything go awry. Despite the wait, she’s still determined to achieve this goal.
Another chill goes straight through her. And an overwhelming feeling of melancholy begins to tug at her heart. She missed Lachesis, and desperately wishes to see her once again.
A sudden crash, father’s old mirror starts to crack. Within moments shards of mirror start to hit the ground.
Rinne swears she sees the ghost of Lachesis inside those pieces.
Gazing straight through the holes in her veil, her eyes are directed right back at Rinne.