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The newcomer slides the door open. He takes a glance at her.

She is dressed plainly in white and green garments of Eastern design. A black ribbon is tied in her short silver hair. Her deep blue eyes are full of kindness and concern. Two long battle blades hang from their sheathes along her slender waist. From the way she is standing, she seems to be an experienced swordsman. This girl seems familiar somehow, but he can't remember very well.

He shudders slightly as he waits for the girl to speak. Something tells him that this girl is very dangerous. Even a single wrong move can mean death. While her style is incomplete, that does not make her swordsmanship any less threatening. He can feel her straightforward aura pierce coldly at his skin as it spreads across the room.

This doesn't look good. At best, this will end with one of them half-dead.

"W-what happened?" the girl cries out. "I thought I heard you cry out."

Debts. She has come to collect his debts. She has come to collect his hands. His hands. He feels himself shaking violently. He looks down at his hands, making sure that they are still attached. Still attached. He closes his eyes, praying that this is all some horrible dream. He will wake up soon. Wake. From this nightmare, he will wake.

Suddenly, he feels something lukewarm around his hands. The sensation is soft and comforting. He knows this feeling. He has felt this before, but he can't remember. Blurred images flash through his mind as he struggles with himself.

Vincent opens his eyes.

The girl is holding his shaking hands in hers. She looks at him anxiously.

"A-are you alright?" she asks.

His eyes dart across the room. He needs to find a weapon or a means to escape. This is too dangerous. Every part of his mind and body is telling him that this girl is dangerous. Too dangerous. His eyes pause for a moment - a weapon! The handle of the girl's shorter blade is hanging at a convenient angle. If he moves now, he can probably grab it and strike before she can react. His eyes continue darting across the room. Escape. There must be an escape route. He can't defeat this girl with only that. This is too dangerous. Too dangerous. His eyes pause - an escape route! She left the door open. In a few strides, he can get free. Other options. He needs other options...

"V-Vincent?" she asks uncertainly.

He pauses. That name sounds familiar. Every muscle in his body tenses up.

His next move:
[ ] Take the blade and stab the girl.
[ ] Make a break for the door.
[ ] Pin the girl down on the ground.
[ ] Confuse the girl with words.
[ ] Distract her somehow.
[ ] Custom