Mio
They waved goodbye to Ivory, who wasn't pleased about being left alone again. Her wailing gave it away.
Mio grabbed a seed on her way out. Just enough Reservoir for one.
The door clicked shut behind them.
Bureau quarters. Same bed. Same walls. Same Nana, now in cat pajamas.
Same Ivory.
The caretaker stood between them, purple eyes blinking against the fluorescent light.
"Eh?"
She looked at the door. Then at Mio. Then at the ceiling, which was very much not made of bone.
"Mio-san."
"Yeah?"
"Why am I here?"
Mio looked at the Marrow Key in her palm. Still warm.
"I think you're tethered to this."
"To the key?"
"To me."
Ivory's face cycled through confusion, then horror. Then her eyes went wet.
"I'm... outside?"
Her voice cracked on the last word.
And now she was standing in a Bureau dormitory that smelled like industrial cleaner and instant rice.
