Room 415, Tuesday Afternoon

It had been several days since Leland had been chased from the island. By now, Cassandra had recuperated in full, and was no longer quite as preoccupied with beating herself up over getting sidetracked by a forgery. Instead, she had far more practical matters to attend to.

For example, her armor.

It had gained no small amount of blood spatters over the past two weeks of hunting deer, and the only significant cleaning she had given to it was while speaking to Face in the library some time ago. So now she was seated on a chair in her room, running a rag through each nook and cranny. She was peeling flaked blood out of the strangest places.

"Ugh."

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