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Her name was Miyoko Fumi, and needless to say, she was a very nice woman. Her home was welcoming, as well as her family. She had a husband named Takumi and a seven-year old child name Yuki. They didn't make Haruka feel unsafe or unwelcome - they were comfortable and gave her a bed to sleep in, they even gave her fresh clothes for the next day.
A small part of Haruka reprimanded them for being so trusting towards a stranger. She felt a fuzziness fill her heart, and she rejoiced at the feeling. They had just finished up eating dinner, to which Haruka found very delicious. It was sweet and tasty.
(Even though parts of it tasted bitter, Haruka ignored it)
She made her way up to her room, ignoring the way the dining room went silent as soon as she disappeared up the stairs. Closing the birch door behind her, she sighed in relief at the warm smell of lavender, probably from the fabric softener Fumi used it. Haruka felt warmth, a familier warmth that she had swore she had felt before.
(Seven figures immediately warped into her mind, their faces blurry and unrecognizable)
Haruka stared at the box, realising that it had another message burned into one of it's faces.
"Is that your family?"
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Ok so, I'm just gonna say that the box isn't evil but I'm going to let you guys think what it's motive is.
Again, I'm going camping tomorrow.
Thought you might want a chapter.
