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Kaz finally gives up and walks into a tavern, not noting the name. She listlessly asks for a room. Going upstairs, she falls asleep almost immediately...
Kaz wakes up. She is standing in a room, floor made of black marble. The room stretches endlessly in both directions and upwards, so that neither walls nor ceiling can be seen. It is utterly black, the stone cold under her bare feet. Complete silence reigns.
Suddenly a sound is heard behind her. Kaz whips around. She stares into the eyes of... the demon. Ah, you have awakened, little elf. I expected you would regain your memory soon. The past cannot be forgotten so easily. Kaz feels fear clutching at her heart, but defiantly shouts, "Why are you doing this? How can you do this? I am beyond your reach!" Her voice is swallowed by the darkness.
Ah, but I can, do you not see? the demon laughs. You do not understand, do you not? Very well then... it smiles cruelly. I left a bit of myself in your mind... not enough to hurt me, but more than enough to hurt you... "You lie!" Kaz screams, yet she cannot hear herself. We shall see... Kaz feels as if she is falling, spinning wildly. A searing pain burns across the back of her hand, and she wakes up.
Kaz sits bolt upright in bed, shivering uncontrollably. Her right hand burns like fire and ice. She stares at it. Even in the dim light, she can clearly see the outlines of a mask, a screaming mask, shining like obsidian, burnt into her hand. The eyeholes seem to swallow all light...
OOC: subplot well under way!
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