[Osaka glances down the steps cautiously. Its too dark to see much beyond the first few steps. But there is something down there. A slight gleam reflecting back at her. She squints at it, trying to make it out. Maybe a mirror? She takes a step down the stairs.
Almost immediately, she starts to feel her balance slip away from her. She takes another step while trying to find some sort of handrail to catch herself on. Her hand passes through nothing as the world starts to twist and slip out of her control. She lands on her back, letting out a quick yelp of pain as she slips further down the steps. Every bump is another sharp bruise on her legs or arms. The railing finally appears, connecting the wall of the stairs to the ground of the basement. She tries to grip onto and push herself upward to her feet. She slips again and push herself forward toward the ground.
Toward the steak knives awaiting her.
The bruises suddenly don't hurt as much anymore. She just wishes she could breath.]
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Almost immediately, she starts to feel her balance slip away from her. She takes another step while trying to find some sort of handrail to catch herself on. Her hand passes through nothing as the world starts to twist and slip out of her control. She lands on her back, letting out a quick yelp of pain as she slips further down the steps. Every bump is another sharp bruise on her legs or arms. The railing finally appears, connecting the wall of the stairs to the ground of the basement. She tries to grip onto and push herself upward to her feet. She slips again and push herself forward toward the ground.
Toward the steak knives awaiting her.
The bruises suddenly don't hurt as much anymore. She just wishes she could breath.]