heart game - Kantera

[wroughtandtempered]

I’m sorry. I tried— I tried, but I can’t keep going—

I don’t think I can do this alone, so— Please. Please—

I need help.

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Re: EVE'S ROOM

[wroughtandtempered]

That clears the way to the mirror shard, though. You pick it up.

Instantly, pain slices through your fingers— but when you look there’s no sign of blood. Instead, you can hear Eve’s voice, faintly:

“Who am I? …Is this all I am?”

Re: EVE'S ROOM

[happydreamed]

Kantera breathes in. Breathes out.

"You are more than your pain and regrets, Eve."

He puts the mirror shard together with the others.

Re: EVE'S ROOM

[wroughtandtempered]

The last piece slides home and the last remaining cracks vanish. As they do, the reflection in the mirror ripples and becomes whole, the smoky haze obscuring the details vanishing.

In the cleared reflection, you can see Eve’s room— but the futon with its myriad pillows and blankets has been shoved out of the corner, revealing a stone trap door underneath.

Re: EVE'S ROOM

[happydreamed]

Oh! Well then. It seems the only thing to do is try to move that futon and see if there's a trap door there.

Re: EVE'S ROOM

[wroughtandtempered]

There is in fact a trap door there, looking decidedly out of place against the wooden floor, and tied down with thick leather straps.

Re: EVE'S ROOM

[happydreamed]

Welp! Time to try to untie those straps and open it up.

Re: EVE'S ROOM

[wroughtandtempered]

They come undone easily enough, and while the slab of door is somewhat heavy it's also not too much for him. They reveal steps, going down.