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Shadow Rin, like the rest of her Palace, is a terror to encounter. And like the rest of the palace, she's not normal. She doesn't speak, because her mouth is sewn shut. However, she doesn't need to, as her over-large eyes do all the talking. She also doesn't move, or doesn't move very far, because she's hanging from a noose looped over a bough of the enormous hangman's tree growing in the middle of an ancient execution block.
“This is so wack. We've gotta leave.” Ryuji, grey faced, trips over a cracked flagstone, landing on his backside.
The tree creaks.