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Wisteria didn't remember. She couldn't remember.
A few hours in her day had gone missing, she couldn't quite remember what she had been doing or where she was during. Even the memory before and after the missing hours were hazy and thick.
She had at first assumed she had just fallen asleep somewhere and woke up disoriented and unsure, so the memory was foggy. But the more she pressed on, the more her sense of dread grew and twisted in her gut. She was uneasy.
She stayed sitting at the Cold Knight's Cook fire, evening soon falling upon her. How long had she been sitting there. After finding herself on the floor in her room, she had come here to think. She didn't want to be enclosed there at all, preferring the vast open air on her skin, no matter how cold it was. She lit the fire to provide her ambience and little warmth while she sat there. Her head rested in her hands, elbows propped up on her knees. She could tell she was in for a long night
"We both know who did it"
A whispering voice cut through the silence. Wisteria snapped up, looking around her surroundings for the voice
"We both know what happened to her"
"Who's there?!" She called out, now on her feet. A heavy presence hung in the air, it felt almost..
The voice began to laugh. She recognized who it belonged to almost immediately after it began
It was her voice.