:She enters the room silently removing her tattered cloak.Her wings are torn and bloody.the clothes she wears are covered in holes.She limps to the corner holding her well bleeding side.The daggers are dangling from there straps and the katanas on her back hang by a mere thread.She looks to the one with black wings.Her eyes plead with his before the last breathe of air escapes her mouth:
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