Inari pov
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The ground felt cold to the touch. The brimstone and cobble that populated the streets felt almost… dead. I knelt down and placed my hand over the ground, closed my eyes, and just felt.
Dead.
Even the earth itself had long since run out of tears. Like- I grit my teeth. Like even the non-living had been killed.
Absurd. Absolutely absurd.
My foot stomped on the ground. Doors are pushed open, they creak and I look inside. Identical. Absolutely identical. With cozy fireplaces whose embers still burn. Beds with indents to show their use, and kitchens that smell of food.
Some had baby cradles. Obvious toys and clothes strewn across the house. But none. Not a life to be found. No blood. No flesh, neither the form nor the spirit inhabits this ghost town.
It makes no sense. None at all.
Like they had all disappeared, all at the same time, and in that same manner. With not a single clue left.
I-
