DAY 35

She stirred, ever so slightly, like she had awoken from a restless dream. Eyes opened to solid darkness around her in a confined place that seemed vaguely familiar, I've been here before I think...Do I smell something burnt?

Akiyama Mio felt the back of her hand. It was like one horrible scab covered all of it, like burnt meat. This time, she wouldn't be greeted so warmly.