[ This sure is Maya's room. That sure was the sound of a window opening and frantic footsteps within.
The Samurai posters on the walls are covered in a collage of photographs and red string and notes in increasingly illegible handwriting. There's a set of Nui's clothes (last seen borrowed by Minako, the half-open closet's basically just a huge heap of mixed clothes), stuffed on that life-size doll someone'd won for Maya in a carnival fair. There's a set of crossbow bolts, many of which are lodged in the doll. Trap parts strewn all over the middle of the floor - wires, wire cutters, various tools and electronics, what looks like the start of a homemade explosive device and let's all be very thankful that Minako was never the best chemistry student and seems to have given up and stomped on it at some point.
And there's the window, curtains blowing in the breeze. There's blood on the sill. ]
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The Samurai posters on the walls are covered in a collage of photographs and red string and notes in increasingly illegible handwriting. There's a set of Nui's clothes (last seen borrowed by Minako, the half-open closet's basically just a huge heap of mixed clothes), stuffed on that life-size doll someone'd won for Maya in a carnival fair. There's a set of crossbow bolts, many of which are lodged in the doll. Trap parts strewn all over the middle of the floor - wires, wire cutters, various tools and electronics, what looks like the start of a homemade explosive device and let's all be very thankful that Minako was never the best chemistry student and seems to have given up and stomped on it at some point.
And there's the window, curtains blowing in the breeze. There's blood on the sill. ]