[Anise is in her room, huddled at the edge of the bed facing the wall. She had been in that same position for over an hour already, but she still couldn't sleep.]
[The mask is off. Her dirty clothes are in a pile at the corner of the room, but she hadn't washed, so there's still bits of grass and dirt in her hair. She knows she should clean up, but she doesn't want to run into Ion. What had happened to him? Was itjust because of that weird mask? Or did he really hate her that much?]
[Well, he had good reason to. But no, there's no way he knew that she was a traitor, right? If he knew, he would have confronted her, wouldn't he...? Anise clenches her hands into fists, tossing and turning restlessly.]
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[The mask is off. Her dirty clothes are in a pile at the corner of the room, but she hadn't washed, so there's still bits of grass and dirt in her hair. She knows she should clean up, but she doesn't want to run into Ion. What had happened to him? Was itjust because of that weird mask? Or did he really hate her that much?]
[Well, he had good reason to. But no, there's no way he knew that she was a traitor, right? If he knew, he would have confronted her, wouldn't he...? Anise clenches her hands into fists, tossing and turning restlessly.]