Anonymous asked:
*and the little kid shoves a knife into your ribcage while your guard is down. nice.*

        The Funeral Prosecutor

   ❝It is all right, child. I will help y–❞

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      *Stab!*

    ❝Agh! …………….! Wha– Why…❞ 

The monk fell as he could see the darkness taking over him…
but he heard footsteps coming in his way. He notes it was… a
ghoul. He can feel her hands pressing on his wound. It hurt like
hell, but he’s suffocating… and it hurts so much. He’s not ready
to die. Not yet. 

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      ❝–yuta! Nahyuta… Nahyuta! Stay with me!
        I-I got you! Y-You’re going to be alright!
        HEEEEELP! I NEED HELP, PLEASE!

The screams of her voice echoed the hallways in the temple…

Rayfa wished she could have properly bonded with her older brother. She's devastated that he's dead, sullen for several days, afterwards, not being able to handle the fact she now lost her brother, along with her uncle and father. She makes sure that his office is kept nice and clean, even if it will not be used anymore, and one time, she just may ask another medium to channel him so, even if he is dead, they can still talk and grow close.

My muse boyfriend’s foster brother is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.  | accepting!

             TheMonk And The Ghoul

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        (………………. Your Benevolence…)

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          ❝… Your Benelovence… I’m so sorry
            about Prosecutor Sahdmadhi…❞