5. CORINO - WAKE UP.
CORINO opens her eyes to find nothing, her rusty knife still planted within her chest. Blood dribbles down her cloak.
She rips it out her chest with a small splatter of oliveblood, only to find that there's no pain. Just what she needed, her thinkpan is at ends.
The fog surrounding the lands begins to grow weak, complicent. CORINO mutters and mumbles, retreating back into the fog, disappearing within the grasp and comfort of the mist.
END.
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