User:DYSUTOPIA/Kura/Meeting Vani

Kura ran as fast as she could, rubbing on the bloodstains on her sleeve - she didn't know whether the blood was her or her father's, and honestly she didn't care. If it weren't for Misao, she'd have turned back; she knew Misao would never let that happen, and Kura rarely got her way. A quiet sneeze escaped her as her blonde hair tickled her face, and she heard her heart pounding as she grew breathless, occasionally pausing to take in the environment she'd found herself in, when she saw the other figures.