[ kogitsunemaru. man, that injury hurts, huh? you find yourself walking slowly through the forest, the purple fog thick and heavy. your leg, upon inspection, is no longer gushing blood from your injuries, but a strange purple marking has begun to trail up the inside of your calf. that’s probably fine.
ahead of you, you think, lies a path. you’ve been separated from your compatriots. you have your lantern, your weapons, and the fog ahead of you.
THE WARRIOR.
ahead of you, you think, lies a path. you’ve been separated from your compatriots. you have your lantern, your weapons, and the fog ahead of you.
do you press forward? ]