A WITCH AWOKEN

Your name is Lovino Dezhell, and you are a corpse. At least, you used to be, hands stringy with electricity and heart beating so fast it stopped. Dying, a famous poet once said, is an art.

    You do it exceptionally well.
    You do it so it feels like hell.
    You do it so it feels real.

And yet here you are, arisen again, by the mechanical clockwork of fate. And, as you look at your reflection in a silvery pool of water, your appearance has changed: the black dye has been shocked out of your hair, and electricity scars your face. The outfit is new, too -- uncharacteristically girlish, but you can make it work.

Now, however, is no time to become Narcissus, tormented by your own reflection in the pooling water. Others worry about you, surely, especially Ayumi, your server player, who you know is watching.

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