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located in The Chrysanthemum, a part of Weather Girls, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Chrysanthemum

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Character Portrait: Winter Matsuri Character Portrait: Elise von Hresvelg
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|| Demon Slayer || LiSA ||




They were leaving, their time was up. 012 knocked on the door, Janet standing behind him, looking none too pleased, despite the fact that she had no authority to deny them entry. Of course, it would be her pleasure to guide them to the exit. "You too, I have my phone, so if anything new comes up, text me." Winter watched them leave, the door closing behind them. The silence was defeaning, the room going from full of talking and speculating to silence. It was lonely, Winter realized, she was lonely. She hadn't felt like this in a long time, as much as she didn't want to admit it, Elise and Claude offered a ray of hope. Winter turned away from the window, there was no point in watching the people who were crying for her demise or protesting her existence, as though she had a choice.

There was a soft knock on the door, Doc had come, bringing lunch with him. "Winter, I see your friends have just left." She nodded, wheeling to the table. "Yes, they did." He stroked his beard as he sat across from her, Winter taking the lid off of the tray. "Is the tutor going to come after lunch?" She asked, picking up her fork, knowing that he had come to potentially get information out of her. Winter ate slowly, deliberately, hoping to not give him a chance to ask. "So what did you speak of? Nothing too personal I hope." She shook her head, "No, just about school. We all worked on a project together, I wanted to know how we did." He nodded, "anything else?" Winter glanced upwards, then shook her head. "If you're thinking about if I told them about the tests, then no, I didn't. Speaking of tests, the nerve conduction study?"

"The results all came back normal, it seems the paralysis is a direct result of your mysterious power." He alluded, rising from his seat. "Don't forget to eat your dessert, 009 tells me it's one of your favorites." He left, Winter lifting up the cover on her dessert to reveal pudding with whipped cream on top, with chocolate shavings. One of her favorites? She placed the lid down, realizing that there was a note inside of it. Had Janet sneaked her a note? She picked up her spoon and reached for the piece of paper, a bit soggy from the lid, unravelling it slowly. Her heart thumped in her chest, wondering if this was some sort of prank, or if Janet was truly reaching out on her own.

Winter,

You're in grave danger. The Chrysanthemum is hiding secrets from all of us, secrets that I feel you deserve to know-


The rest of the note was blurred, unreadable due to the steam from the tray. Winter blinked, eating her pudding, wondering if this was a note from Janet, Doc, or someone else. What wasn't the Chrysanthemum telling her? A lot, probably. Like who those people were that were chasing them. Or who leaked all of that information to the press? Could it be that they had done it themselves? Had they leaked all of Winter's information in a bid to gain more control over her? She didn't know, she was feeling suddenly tired, however. The tutor would be here soon, she needed to finish her pudding before her got here.

Later that night, Winter lay in bed, waiting for the sleeping pills to kick in. She could've sworn, out of the corner of her eyes, that she saw someone watching her, but was certain that it was more than likely a shadow.