Yukiko sat, perched on branch in the cold morning. Opening her eyes, she breathed in the cold, stale smell of monring. Mmmph... I didn't fall asleep in this tree, did I? I don't usually sleep put of doors, and I wonder why I am here.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Yukiko stretched and let out a yawn. Something will happen today, but I don't know what, just yet. The air is still and the skies are calm; but something does not feel right.
Looking to the sky, she noticed that the sky was an odd reddish colour, unusual for this time of morning. Glancing at her watch, Yukiko frowned. Something is coming. Something evil, and someone will die tonight. Blood will be spilled.
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