[Something just didn't seem right this time when her father had called for her. Mitsuki couldn't tell why, maybe it was just the slow throbbing headache that she seemed to have some days. That had to be it. Headaches could account for a great deal of things...including that vague sense that something lately seemed off somehow. That didn't matter in the end, right?
Mitsuki carefully sits herself in a chair and waits. Everything was going to be fine, she's sure of it.]
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Mitsuki carefully sits herself in a chair and waits. Everything was going to be fine, she's sure of it.]