C217 Sealed Mountain

On March 29th, under a clear sky with perfect weather for an outing, Mary strolled along the banks of the Infernal Rill, her mood somber. She had grown noticeably thinner since a few months prior, her beauty tinged with a haunting frailty that drew the eyes of many passersby at the bustling tourist site.

Since leaving the villa that day, Mary had been listless, unable to focus on anything