About a minute passes before you finally snap out your daze and set the picture down, back onto the mahogany table. By then, the woman has reentered and she`s picking up the pieces of the teacup, a cloth now placed nearby. Her hands move skillfully and steadily, not hovering on any single shard for a second. She moves to get the cloth but you grab it first, wiping up the spilled tea.
She watches quietly until you finish and you can feel her eyes trained on you for those forty seconds. How long was I asleep for? you ask her, as you hold out the cloth to her.
She slowly takes the wet cloth before she answers you. Two days. You were asleep for two days.
The answer strikes you, leaving you silent as she continues. You were out there in the snow, I thought you`d died for a moment before I checked for your pulse. My name`s Jess, and welcome to Dong.
She pauses, and you guess she`s waiting for a small introduction from you as well.
*insert small introduction here with name should you choose*
Jess begins to walk toward the door again, her hands full of broken shards and a wet cloth, as she seems to notice the untouched bread and sighs. You wonder if you`d offended her but she`s already opened the door and entered the other room.
About thirty seconds later, she returns with some logs, to throw into the fireplace. You study Jess again, as she does, and guess that she`s not wealthy at all, from her stained, white garments but then again, you haven`t seen anyone else yet. Clearing your thoughts, you turn your attention to the picture again, looking from the picture to Jess and then back again. You feel around for the pocket watch you`d picked up earlier and find it underneath the blanket.
Tracing your index finger on the engraved word, you realize there was definitely something you were missing here . . .
When she finishes, Jess looks back at you and catches your gaze. Her tired brown eyes then rest on the pocket watch. She seems sad, with tears nearly rimming her eyes and you know what you want to know next. Who is she, the girl in this picture? you ask her.
You think back to the icy figure you`d seen before falling asleep in the snow as she answers M-My daughter. She disappeared two years ago.
-Story by The Creator
Part three, ends here . . .
Sorry for all the details, my readers. I`m trying to create as visual of an effect as I can because the story`s supposed to be happening right before your eyes. Also trying to prolong the story a bit since I`m literally planning the main thing to reveal for each part as I go on. And sorry to those like Sir Kaoru, who wouldn`t accept food/beverages from random strangers, just play along with me, yes, no?
Reminder, yes, I have to write this every time, I have not written any parts past this one and cannot guarantee that I shall finish before the event ends. Thinking back, I still have another story I have to should finish.
I`ll explain the strange names in the end (still have some hope that I`ll actually finish) but some of you might know, depending on what languages you know.
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