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[strangerpeople]

FINAL TRIAL

[When the doors open, the killed also find themselves allowed into the Room of Reckoning as well. And - similar to the living - they, too, have a table, with their own names and places and sitting pillows. They, too, receive the note on their phones with a ping.

The dead, however, have something else that the living do not have.

They can see that there is someone sitting on the gold pillow by the stairs.]

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3/??? CW: Domestic Abuse

[bendwiththewind]

[The scene changes and he can feel a bit taller. There's a dim light as an older Yotsuyu from before is moving towards a man sitting at the edge of the room. The room itself seems like something out of a period drama, a sweeping long paneled floor room with white sliding doors. And she comes to him holding a tray with a teacup and kettle. But however, there is several smaller bottles beside him. Kurama will recognize it as where sake is kept.]

Here, my lord. I-I thought this may help you with your cough as of late.

[She sounds...meek? Or is it fear that grips her voice?]

Kami help me, I told you that I am quite healthy! Have you nothing better to do?!

Forgive me, I was just trying to help...we are married, are we not? Is it not my duty to ensure your health?

[The man's speech is slurred and the smell of sake is overpowering. Even with the best intentions she has, he lashes out by grabbing her hair, making her yelp and drop the tea with a clatter on the ground.]

Did I ask you for your help?!

[Yotsuyu feels like shrinking her body as she holds in how much he is hurting her.]

I-I-I'm sorry, my lord! I just wanted to help-!

[It comes out as a wimper as he strikes her across the face and throws her to the floor.]

Damn you, wench. Look at what you made me do! Clean this up immediately!

Y-Yes, my lord.

[The scene changes and Yotsuyu is sitting with an older version of her mother-aunt, tears starting to fall from her face.]

H-He hurts me when I try to help. I can barely count the bruises he has left me nor the scrapes and injuries I had since arriving. Please, Mother...I cannot stay here any longer lest I will lose my life to him!

Then lose it. You are now married to a nobleman and you must act like it! Grin and bear it for us all. Can you understand that he has opened his home to you? You should be grateful for this! Do not make a scene!