User:The Koromo/The Screaming Slave (work in progress)

Koromo grinned.

For some reason, these days, she was so much better at grinning than usually. Unlike her olden days, where her grief had rarely caused her to even smirk, the level of joy she experienced was far more prominent than it was back then. She had no idea why.

No, that was a full-out lie. She knew exactly why. The thought alone made her lick her lips. She ascended the dampened staircase, heading into the blackness of the stretched hallway.