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Haruka Asa

"I'm flawed, and I make mistakes, but there surely must be a bigger objective to all of this, isn't there?"

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a character in “The Infinity Realm”, as played by Luna Delta

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GENERAL INFORMATION

Race
Human

Role
The Virtue of Kindness

Gender
Female

Nickname(s)/Alias(es)
Haru- A shortened version of her name, though typically she doesn't approve of the nickname, but she won't say much about it.
Angel, Sweetie, Little one- All regarding her sweet personality and her size, these are sure fire ways to get her to blush rather easily. Needless to say, those she loves the most are typically the only ones who call her this.

Age
Seventeen {17}, her birthday is within about a week.

Love Interest
"E-Ehhh?! Y-You have to meet my mother first!"
Romantically, Haruka has never had a boyfriend. Sure, she's had a few crushes, but you always have to meet her mother if you want to so much as hold hands with her. So no, she has no love interest. Of course, than again, Rae isn't a boy now, is he?

Face Claim
Petra Ral || Attack on Titan

Sexuality
Demisexual





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APPEARANCE


Height
5'2", or 158 cm.

Weight
121.25 lbs, or 55 kg.

Build
Petite, with slight curves. She has a tad bit of muscle to her, but nothing really noticeable.

Hair Color
Auburn.

Eye Color
A light brown with a slightly orange hue to them.

Scars/Tattoos/Piercings
The auburn girl actually only has a few marks and only one tattoo on her body that you can use to identify her. On her right shoulder, six black birds ranging in sizes flying together. This was to at one point symbolize her desire to desire for freedom. Otherwise, she has a few scars from some physical abuse that her step-mother gave her. The abuse was on going until her biological mother decided to take full custody of Haruka. One of the more noticeable scars is the one that's a complete circle around her ankle, an inch or so thick with small diamond shaped scares about half an inch apart.

Description
Haruka, though her clothes hide quite a bit of her body, is quite a beautiful girl, both physically and mentally. Her beauty though, is something of a dull diamond that would need to be polished in order to shine. Haruka however, doesn't hold that many curves, but still just some to give her appeal, as well as a dainty look to her. She's someone everyone expects to be well-sheltered from the world, not to mention a good little girl. Her clothes never state anything less in fact, and she's perfectly content with that. Her 5'2" state and her petite weight of 121.25 lbs simply make no difference to her overall appearance, though to some it may just increase the idea of her being something that would need "protection".






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MENTALITY


Oddities
Too kind || Who knew there was such a thing, right? Her kindness extends more then the ordinary 'helping', to the point where she'll take all the blame and more. Even when someone does her wrong, she could try to be upset, but the likely-hood of such is improbable. She'll always forgive and turn the blame onto herself.
Fidgeting || When nervous or on the verge of crying, you can tell my her shifts in posture, her twitching, but primarily when she fidgets.
Overworking || Haruka has an issue with overworking herself to the point of sickness, and even then she tends to continue to work and attend skill until she's somewhat unable to leave her bed. Not only that, but she simply has an issue with others being unable to relay on her, disappointment in general. This leads Haruka to take large projects and work on them to the point of perfection by herself.
Eye twitch, red face || When becoming exceptionally angry, one has best to believe these are the key warning signs before Haruka begins to release such large hate and rage for a little body to hold. She typically becomes unintentionally angry, but it's rare to ever see her like this.

Skills
Swimming || Haruka grew up something of a swimmer, her mother and herself constantly swimming at a young age.
Musically gifted || Ever since she was old enough to talk, Haruka had a gift of music. Instruments, and vocals, both are exceptional, though she doesn't typically express her abilities.
Climbing || Nothing exceptional, but she's a fairly decent climber.
Research || Dedicated, Haruka will research anything to the ends of the Earth if it's to help a friend.
Making poor choices when it comes to "games" || No seriously, she's lost all the games so far. She can't even pick one shes good at. She just likes to let others have fun... (COUGH)


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Power
Creation through Song
A cliché, to say the very least, right? Yes, Haruka, through song, has the ability to make creations from the material around her. These creatures, be it good or evil, all have some sort of 'respect' for their 'master' until the very end, which isn't very long. Hell, is she wanted something to dance, all a marshmallow would have to do would be grow two arms, two legs, a smile, and two eyes. Once that creation's time is up, it reverts back to what it originally was, a marshmallow.

The time that each creation lives is fairly short, ranging from exactly thirty minutes to an hour. Nothing exactly really lasts, that is, unless it has part of Haruka's life span, soul, etc. However, due to her soft-hearted nature, those who are based off of actual people may actually take advance of her kindness, making their life and existence certain by taking a part of her soul, or the entire thing.

The good and evil nature of her creations are completely dependent of what they we're created for and why, and if they are truly happy with the way they are going to be treated.

Likes
♥ Honesty
♥ Family
♥ Friends
♥ Sweets
♥ Snow
♥ Gentle colors
♥ Animals
♥ The sea
♥ Midnight walks
♥ The moon
♥ Cliché romantics
♥ Dancing
♥ Freshly fallen snow
♥ Peaceful music

Dislikes
✖ Those who have no regard for others
✖ Senseless death
✖ Being reminded of her step-mother.
✖ The fact her father isn't really her father anymore
✖ Wheelchairs
✖ The strange circumstances of all this
✖ Being all alone
✖ Mention of her step-mother
✖ Secrets
✖ The fact that she basically up and left her mother
✖ Animal abuse
✖ Fires
✖ Waking up way to early

Hobbies
✔ Cooking- Now, Haruka may like to cook, but unless she'd done the recipe before, just pretend you ate it unless you want food poisoning.
✔ Reading- Anything you hand her in the form of a book, Haruka will gladly read it in a matter of hours. After all, knowledge was said to be power.
✔ Wandering- If there is a place Haruka hasn't explored yet, she'll be doing it within minutes and dragging others along with her.

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Phobia(s)
Nyctophobia- Fear of darkness || Complete and utter pitch black is what she truly fears, when she can't even see an inch in front of her face.
Necrophobia- Fear of death or the dead || Death, it means you do not come back to life, and that's something Haruka can't come to terms with.

Personality
Haruka, though some could say she's the sweetest, most loving person they've ever known, others would say she's a bit too... Trusting. She likes to believe in strictly the good in others, and will gladly put her life on the line for even strangers. This had lead to her mother to get rather... Worried the more she grew up with her father and step-mother. She wouldn't dare open her mouth to tell on someone if it meant risking there happiness. She's always been selfless, in the end. Of course, she's always been one to easily forget things not long after being told if they didn't stick with her.

She has a sense of humor, ranging from adorably stupid to a rather twisted, although slightly morbid type, and her slight outbursts about her short height tends to get the best of her sometimes, making her a slightly eccentric person to be around. You never really know what will come out of her mouth next, and even at the most dire moments she'll speak her mind and tell those she loves just how much she was serious about it.

However, when push comes to shove, Haruka will always have your back in the most dire of situations, and expects teamwork and compromise from practically everyone, even if it may be hard to not always get there way. Due to being a big sister with a very spoiled Ayano though, Haruka has built a strong tolerance to those types of people, and will care and support them no matter what they do to her. Because of her tolerance, she is actually seen to be a very patient young lady, just like how her mother and father wanted her to be.

Outgoing, caring, and helpful. Of course, her politeness tends to vary depending on who she's speaking too. With strangers or role-models, Haruka will always make sure to dot her i's and cross her t's to stay on their good side and make an excellent impression. With close friends, well, now that's the complete opposite. She'll defiantly make sure to be her true self around them. She'll still be outgoing, caring, and helpful, but she'll be more of a teasing big sister type and a stubborn girl with a temper of a territorial mother big cat when her friends are threatened, all within good reason.

This, as well as being massively clumsy and easily hurt, Haruka has a vast amount of willpower when it comes to getting something done, or helping others. Not to mention she knows she has her own flaws, and she isn't as 'pure' as one would like to believe. She could easily snap and hurt others around her, if her anger ever boiled to that point. Justification for such anger isn't necessarily there, but after awhile all the anger just boils into one. Her darkest nature something she developed and locked away after she had lashed out against her baby sister. Locking it away once again, maybe for the better, as she had a shift in personality, now reinforcing her motto to be kind to all. After all, she came to make a difference, not to destroy the world.





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BACKGROUND


Relationship Status
Single; Haruka wants to know her mother approves of whom ever she chooses in the end, plus she views herself as too young as of right now.

*UPDATE*
It's complicated; Haruka does happen to... Have feelings for a certain sin, so her feelings are changing on "Dating"... Especially with her outburst to try and fluster him as of recently.

Family
Mother || Hiromi Takashi|| Alive; hospitalized || "I love my mother, I really do! She was there for me most of my life when my dad wasn't for Ayano and I. She taught me how to be kind and patient, and to treat all life how I would wish to be treated back!"

Little sister || Ayano Asa || Alive; staying with aunt || "I'm really sad I had to leave her, and I know I was selfish doing so... But I love her, beyond anyone can even fathom. I can only hope for the best for my adorable baby sister, and hope she grows up strong while I'm gone."

Father || Jin Asa || Alive; Location unknown || "I don't really... Want to talk about him. Yes, I love him, and I always will, but he chose my step-mother over my sister and I. I... I wish I could just tell him though, that I want to see him again and be h-his.. d-daughter...[hic, hic]"

Step-mother || Aya Fukishima {Asa} || Alive; Location unknown || "I hate her! I know it's mean, but I just can't stand that women! She took away my f-father, and even though I want him to be happy, shouldn't... Shouldn't my sister and mother be happy with him too?"

Cousin || Kyoya Takashi || Alive; living independently, looking for Haruka || Though the two didn't have much contact before she left, Haruka had made a serious impact on Kyoya's life. He had loved her like a little sister from the very moment she offered him a band-aid and a lollipop when he scrapped his knee back when he was ten, and she was seven. Ever since then, he's been a silent, yet stern protector to Haruka, defending her and Ayano from anything that crossed their path. "My cousin is a great guy! I hope he finds someone really beautiful and nice for himself someday... I'm forever grateful for the way he took care of us though, when we we're without mama..."
Aunt || Nami Takashi || Alive; taking care of Ayano and working as a store clerk || "Sh-She takes care of Ayano for me... B-But uh, she's kind of scary... And really protective... And hates most men besides my cousin since he's her son... She likes children though?... I think I've had her in a few nightmares..."


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Personal History
Born to an originally 'happy' family, Haruka started out as an 'accident' before turning into something of a 'miracle' baby. She was what kept a crumbling marriage together, slowly fixing it the more she unintentionally brought Hiromi and Jin closer together. Perhaps it was her pictures of a happy family, or the whispers to each parents ear and being "pretend go between", but something did and that was good enough for Haruka as she grew up. It wasn't until she was six though when the marriage began to crumble around the birth of Ayano.

Haruka didn't understand it at all. After-all, isn't a family having another baby a happy moment? Periodically both her mother and father would go away for days on, leaving someone to tend to Haruka. Of course, her confusion turned into pure joy at the birth of her baby sister, and instead of Jin being in the delivery room, Haruka was. She was there, becoming a dad for little Ayano and helping Mama Hiromi around the house while he was M.IA.

It wasn't for another year or do before Hiromi got a divorce, given to her by the man himself with his new mistress. A hateful, envious women of the family, the father pulled a few strings with Hiromi to have split custody of Haruka rather then Ayano.

While Jin was away Aya would practically torture Haruka, giving her scars and burns here and there, but mainly the one on her ankle is a clear sign of the abuse. Small diamond chunks of her flesh and a deep circular line around her ankle.

Taken to an emergency room, custody was ripped away from Jin all together, and unbeknownst to Haruka, a restraining order placed on him. Haruka never saw her father again after that day, and lived safely with her mother before Hiromi began to get sick just as Haruka turned seventeen. It was around then the shifts of events began to take place.

She has lashed out against Ayano, all the rage, sorrow, and hate coming within an explosive screaming match, met with two swift, painful slaps. Laying her hands on her sister was the last thing Haruka ever meant to do, and in doing so caused Ayano to fear her sister up until a week before Haruka had begun her plea. Hiromi was dying, her father was no where to be found, her cousin was off to college, and her aunt could only afford to take care of one child.

Haruka tried to get a job, eventually getting one in a relatively bad area at a convenient sore. Held up at gun point more then once, it was only a matter of time before someone got hurt, but she needed the money, right? Well, it wasn't a gun shot that got her, but a hit and run in the end. Rushed to a hospital, Haruka finally began to understand how cruel the world was, and yet it the people who decided to make a difference were trying to make it... Better.

Her chances to walk, slim after the accident, only seemed to make Haruka more determined to make a better life, not only for herself but others. One way or another. That night, she stayed up, hands clasped together as she begged with all her might to make a difference, if not on Earth, then somewhere else.

The gateway opened to "Infinity", a hand extended as she manged to stumble herself, despite the murderous amount of pain, into the unknown land, shutting behind her just as quickly as it opened...




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So begins...

Haruka Asa's Story

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Location: Underground the Graveyard of Fear
Time of Day: Morning (5:25 A.M.)
Three hours prior to the Gateway opening



"Almost show time~!" Whisper purred out, opening a rather small coffin that laid on a rotten wood table, a satin white sheet covering it just to keep the coffin 'safe'. He had periodically dug this coffin up throughout the years, almost as if he could never part with it. Whisper's smirk was ear to ear at this point as he stroked a large orb, it's insides nothing put pure black. A void of pure nothingness. His mission, his plan, was finally coming together perfectly. After thousands, millions of years, finally he had found the perfect subjects to bring to "Infinity". Ones that, no matter what they did, would eventually aid him in hi venture to gather all one-hundred and fifty pages. No matter if three were the only ones needed, his master desired all of them.

Whisper, since the moment the original four friends had even stepped foot in the realm, had always been watching. Always observing them for the slightest of flaws, cracks, as one would say. He needed ways to hit home, to make them stay. He found those ways, and within only about maybe a million or so years, maybe even less, all seven sins had finally gathered. Now the real show would begin.

As for the virtues, well, he had no apparent control over them. He simply was making an educated guess that they would just so happen to show up within three hours from now. Then, his beloved "puppets" would do his dirty work for him, with a little persuasion that those tiny, pathetic virtues would be their ultimate downfall without all the pages.

Oh how devious! Yes, absolutely devious! Once that was done, all he would have to do would b-

Crap, where had he put those papers? He needed to send those papers off to each one of the sins!... And Kouji. He couldn't forget Kouji. "Goddamn it..." Whisper hissed, gathering the papers he had put together about each Virtue, mainly just describing where each virtue would be located once the gateway would open. What they chose to do within the next hours or so would be up to them. Knowing Kouji, he'd mostly be on top of things, try and locate the largest group of his fellow 'comrades'... But wouldn't that ruin the fun of this all? Scribbling one more thing down on Kouji's paper he'd be receiving, it would direct him to the Ocean District. Now he was having fun. He grinned as he began rolling each separate piece of paper into a neat looking scroll, tied with a ribbon.

Chuckling, Whisper tightly gripped each copy, he climbed the wooden ladder, pushing the tombstone that hide the entrance to his lair aside, climbing out as he pushed it back into place, sealing that entrance. Without even a word, there were eight crows in front of him, each one in a matter of minutes having the ribbon tied around their necks and taking off to their designed targets.



Letter to the Sins

Hey! I thought you should know, but the Gateway is going to be opening soon. The rest of the virtues are coming. Perhaps, you would like their locations listed below? Good luck finding them before the others! Oh, and I'll send the virtue that has been right under your nose the entire time to one of you as well.

Temperance - Forest
Patients - Business/Residential
Humility - Red-light district
Chastity - Black Market
Kindness - Never Ending Winter
Charity - Never Ending Summer
Kouji - Diligence

~Yours truly,
Whisper




Letter to Kouji


Hey, the rest of the virtues will be showing up within an hour or two from now. I'll send them to the Ocean district, so wait there, okay? If their haven't arrived an hour from when you get this letter, then there might of been a slight complication, so you may need to go after them... Good luck Kouji, you'll need it for this. Here is the locations incase someone doesn't show up...

Temperance - Forest
Patients - Business/Residential
Humility - Red-light district
Chastity - Black Market
Kindness - Never Ending Winter
Charity - Never Ending Summer

~Your friend,
Whisper




Time of Day: Morning (8:25 A.M.)
The Gateway opening precisely now.



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Location: St. Luke's International Hospital, Tokyo; Earth
Time: Morning (7:30 A.M.)





Haruka couldn't believe the amount of pain her legs were in. Sure, she had been trying her best to speed up her recovery, but maybe she had finally pushed it too hard. A arm covering her eyes as she gripped the railings on the bed with her other hand, Haruka let out a silent string of curses that no one was likely to hear. Outside the hospital room the noises were quiet for now, and it didn't seem like a single soul was out there besides the occasional chit chat between doctor and nurse about the patients.

The hospital itself was 'alright' in a certain sense. The only reason Haruka was even being treated in such a facility was because her aunt was a respected doctor in the hospital, that was the only reason Haruka's mother was in the room across the hall as well... In all honesty, Haruka hated it here. People died in hospitals. Dying, last time Haruka checked, was never something many willing did. Grabbing at the right side of the hospital bed railing, Haruka pulled herself up, swinging her legs to the side of the bed as she eyed the room carefully.

Ayano had brought in two bags full of things Haruka would need to keep herself occupied at night, one involving her change in clothes. Sure, her style may be slightly strange, but it fit her. White tights, black shorts, a white dress shirt, and her father's old military jacket with his emblem proudly sewed on. As for shoes, typically it was a pair of brown boats that went up to her knees.

Stumbling as she got up from the bed, her body felt much to heavy for her legs to carry her to the nearby bathroom, yet she managed. Her face had quite a few cuts, though they were mostly on the right side of her face from when it scrapped against the hard cement street. She was lucky it only damaged the way she walked, not to mention only the temporary bruises covering her body and cuts of her face.

'Heh, yeah, lucky.' Haruka bitterly though, holding onto anything for further support as she gritted her teeth through the pain, starting the shower she'd soon step into. Stripping away her hospital gown, Haruka didn't bother to look in the mirror again. She knew how badly it would look anyway. Once the water had been shifted to the perfect temperature, Haruka took it as her cue to enter the shower, all the tension and pain nearly melting away from her body as she leaned against the wall, gently running her fingers through her wet, apricot colored hair.

She wouldn't be able to make a difference like this. She was turning bitter, something she of all people, had no right to do. She needed to show that she could still be kind, still love, but right now she wouldn't trust herself to be around Ayano alone. Not after the last time her anger had got the best of her. Never again would she lay a hand on her sister. Never.

"All... All I want, is to at least be able to make a difference. To at least know kindness can make a difference in the world and brighten someones day... Hell, I just want to see a world and the beauty in it anymore... Good, and evil..." Haruka pleaded lightly, slowly sliding down the shower wall.





Location: St. Luke's International Hospital, Tokyo
Time: Morning (7:45 A.M.)




After about a good five minutes of towel drying her hair, brushing it, then towel drying it again, Haruka had the towel wrapped around her body. Walking over to the clean set of clothes, Haruka let out a satisfied sigh as she put each article on, collapsing on the hospital bed, curling up as she gripped her legs. Now the pain was slowly coming back, but it was certainly felt better. It was a good thing too, because after six months of recovery her Aunt was going to check her out of the hospital today. Unfortunately, that meant being alone with Ayano at times, seeing how her cousin was just starting his college 'adventure'. Great.

Haruka rocketed straight up with wide eyes to stare at the odd looking gateway, spirals and symbols covering it as it seemed to call out to Haruka. THe feeling itself was off, unique. Looking over to the backpack Ayano had brought, Haruka slowly reached over to grab it. The child was no doubt going to be angry at her once she found out it was gone. Besides, the backpack only held a few mementos to look at and a book. Nothing fancy, last time Haruka checked. Taking a deep breath, just as the clock struck eight o' clock, Haruka had taken the first step into the gateway, which eventually pulled her in to a winter wonderland of darkness and snow. Lots, and lots, of snow.





Location: The Never Ending Winter
Time: Morning (8:05 A.M.)




It only took a few minutes of being completely lost in the snow to find a source of light after Haruka began to swear about the freezing temperatures as she shivers, treading through the snow slowly towards the small town. Luckily for her, she hadn't been attacked by any creatures that lived in the snow. No, she simply heard their howls and hurried her ass out of there. There was no point in dying so soon, and that much was painfully obvious. Oh, and her legs? They were too numb to even feel any pain as of right now. In fact, from the moment the gateway showed up, her legs didn't even seem like they had been broken entirely six months ago.

Now, all she had to do was make it to the down and wait for the sun to rise before she even figured out remotely what she needed to do here, or if she needed to do anything in the first place.

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Location: Land of Eternal Winter
Time: 8:15 AM






There were whispers. The rumbling of men, the twittering of housewives. 'A girl', they said. 'A girl comes from the night.'

'Should we kill her, just to be safe?'

'Maybe.'

'I dunno.'


Haruka's eyes widened as she looked around her, though she never was the best when it came to paying attention, she was all ears when it came to the whispers of possibly killing her. What was so wrong with her that they felt the need to kill her? Just because she had wondered into an unknown town? "H-Hey! I didn't even do anything wrong!" Haruka defended herself, twisting and turning as her eyes shrinked slightly as fear sparked through her body, slowly but surely. These people... Why did they look so... Odd? The hell was she anyway?

"Doesn't matter." A man mumbled, only to be elbowed sharply by an old woman. The crone tutted, eyeing the stranger suspiciously. "Dark times, these. We can't trust just anyone comes a'walking in from the snow. 'Specially with the lord the way he is."

The crowd instantly turned on the hag. 'Shh, don't tell,' some whispered. 'Terrible losses, bad to speak of it....'

'Dark times? A lord?' Haruka raised an eyebrow. How could she even get herself mixed up into something like this? Worry, not for herself, but for the people around her and this so called 'Lord' slowly took over her better judgement with a small sigh. "What's... What's wrong with your lord, maybe I can help..." Haruka offered, "Oh, and I'm... I'm Haruka." She was quick to add it in, simply trying to defuse the situation at this point by offering her assistance.

Silence, followed by an explosion of murmurings. The mob clustered in on itself, clearly discussing some new idea. Only a couple fragments could be heard from the white-static of the conversation. 'Get rid of her...', 'he needs-...-wake him up...', '...the others never came back...', and '-unsure, should we?'. It took a bit, but the villagers reached a consensus. The old woman approached Haruka once more. She gave the young girl a stern, crinkly-eyed stare.

"You're a strange one... tell you what, you earn your keep, girlie, and we'll do you well. If you're sure, follow me." She crooked a wrinkled finger, and began walking away. In the distance, an almost oriental-looking fortress loomed over the modest village. The old woman pointed towards the manor.

Her gaze was unreadable. "The lord sleeps, girl. Ya need to set him free."

'I'm strange?' Haruka forced her lips into a straight line as she nodded and followed the old woman. The manor itself had a certain look about it that just drew Haruka to it. Perhaps maybe, because it was simply a large looking thing. As the old women pointed, Haruka looked over to her in utter confusion. "But... Can't he wake up on his own? You make it sound like an evil witch put a curse on him or something..." Haruka objected before looking back over to the manor.

The old woman had no words for a moment. "...perhaps that's a good way of thinkin' of it. The lord's room is the master bedroom, middle o' the manor. Ya can't miss it. All hallways lead there. If ya feel tired, keep walkin'. The sleep starts about... now." She stopped, and turned to this... Haruka. "I go no further. Girl, this is a dangerous job. Don't touch the lord's skin. Just give him a good shake through the covers, start talkin' to him. Don't let him drift off."

"A-Alright." Haruka nodded firmly, shaking together the odd sensation of being dozy as she continued her march towards the manor, hands clutching the backpack tightly as she looked back once towards the mob before she pushed open the doors in front of her.

Walking inside slowly, Haruka shuttered at the odd sensation of the warmth of being within a residence. Letting out another yawn, Haruka eyed her surroundings carefully.

People, presumably servants, were slumped over every which way. Of course, there weren't too many of them... but they were there. Like they'd just passed out where they were standing, even in the middle of preforming tasks. The place was utterly desolate. Everything was still; these supposedly living people might as well be dead. Without any people to maintain the heating, the air carried a certain chill.

A silence, laced with sleep, hung heavy in the air. It... rippled, in a way. Like how heat waves mirages on pavement. It beckoned, and blurred.

Haruka rubbed her eyes as she went up the staircase, looking for a room, or something that would sign as the Lord's room. The best chance would be to crack open doors, peep inside them... But whatever happened to these people, Haruka was most certainly feeling it now...

leaning against the wall for a brief moment, Haruka let out a long breath, she couldn't go to sleep now. She had something to do, and she'd be damned if she didn't do it. Quicken her pace, Haruka began to fight back with the urge to sleep, opening doors and looking inside them for anyone at all whom would look like a Lord, or was living in luxury as one would say.

Opening one of the doors, Haruka tilted her head. Why was a man... Wearing a mask in his sleep?

The sleepy fog in this room was nearly tangible, practically flickering in the air like thousands of finely-strung cobwebs. At the center of it all was a young man, who was indeed wearing a mask to bed; bone-white and stained with red. Possibly in the image of some sort of animal? From what could be seen, he was dressed only in a plain sleeping yukata. The majority of his form was buried under a mound of covers, as if the sleeper had made an effort to cocoon himself beforehand.

Getting to him might be difficult.

Letting out some kind of groan, Haruka mentally had to kick herself before marching into what was most likely certain "death" territory. Her eyes desperately wanted to shut, it felt like she suddenly hadn't slept in days but... Haruka frowned at the thought of sleeping like this. She most certainly didn't need to sleep until she figured out what she was even doing in this world.

Striding at a slower pace, Haruka began to pull of the blankets, dropping the bundles onto the floor next to her until the man only had one blanket left on him. Beginning to shake him through the blanket like the old women instructed, Haruka began to rise her silent voice. "Hey! Wake up! It's time to get moving!" Haruka tried her best to imitate her mother's way of doing it, but one this was for sure, her last resort was dumping ice cold water on him.

The hazy aura that filled the entire house flickered, before slowly, slowly curl in on itself. Like a night-blossom closing with the rising of the sun, with petals spun of sleep. It was a delicate act, culminating with a graceful closing into the master. The absence of the aura was immediately noticeable, the rooms brightened, and it was like the entire building simultaneously sucked in a breath of fresh air. All the cobwebs were blown away.

A single finger resting atop the bedding gave a feeble twitch, and a tiny groan escaped the confines of the mask.