“I regret to inform you that for all my searching, I do not have any reputable word on the background of the woman you are looking into.
Of course I’ve seen her. Most of the desperate people in Karnaca know her by face if not by name. Doctor Liyenne Short – arrived here not long after the bloodfly infestations began to get serious, she did, offering medical services to those in need for some price. Her mobility made her a passable, if barely, alternative to the good Doctor Hypatia, but what are desperate men to do?
All I can tell you is, she isn’t necessarily the bad sort. If somewhat shady. Did you notice her gloves are black? What kind of doctor wears black gloves? She gives me the chills, sometimes – you shouldn’t be smiling like that in Karnaca, especially at this time – but I would trust her with my life if I have no other choices. Just…don’t question how she got her hands on her ‘remedies’. Or why they work. I’ve found that it’s easier to sleep at night not thinking too hard.”
–a bloodied letter found in an apartment next to a poisoned corpse
I want to tell you a thousand things. Sorry for scaring you. Sorry for hurting you. Sorry for not telling you that I’m bipolar. I was afraid of losing you. I’d forgotten that it’s not possible to lose someone, that all people are alone anyway. In a different place in the universe we are together for all eternity, remember that. Love you. Even.
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*internal monologue* YOU FOOL! YOU ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD, "SHOVE BREADSTICKS INTO MY PURSE"!! NOW ALL YOUR OLIVE GARDEN-TYPE MONSTERS WILL BE SENT TO THE GRAVEYARD AND THE DINNER BILL WILL BE DOCKED 1000 LIFE POINTS. I PLACE "I HAVE TO GO HOME IMMEDIATELY" IN FACE DOWN POSITION. YOUR MOVE, KAIBA.