The morning sun is beautiful.
You haven't spent much time out here, at the shrine. It's no wonder the place keeps filling up with people.
It's absolutely majestic.
The trees act as a perfect shield from the harsh rays of the sun. Wisps of fog hide at the lower limbs of the forest's trees. The dense, cool air from last night pours from the underpinning of the wilderness. Gently, it soaks into your skin.
There is zero reason for Keiko to fear this place. You would move here if you didn't have obligations elsewhere.
You are Wikikayda.
It's a hard name to remember, so people just call you 'Kayda'.
Your legs stretch out, and you rub the sleep from your eyes.
If the sun's position is to be believed; you've been awake for maybe a quarter of the morning.
That's not good. You need to sleep, even though it's been getting increasingly harder as of late.
Why is it so hard to sleep?
..is what you would be asking if there wasn't a really good reason for it, last night.
You remember falling sleep in a shelter, then being carried, and then waking up on the floor of the Demon Hunter Shrine outside of Biscotti. Beside you lay your best friends; who seemingly lost their nerve and camping spirit before trudging back to the safety of the shrine in the dead of night with you in tow.
Something must have happened, or then again maybe not. You remember the first time you ever went camping without anyone you knew. It was scary at first, but it really proved to you that the woods are probably among the safest places imaginable.
Speaking of which, here comes a familiar figure.
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