[center][@Oh no my soup][/center]

	Without speaking his name, Cain shuffles heavily into the office and grabs Gillian by the throat with a single hand. His grip is firm, though not so tight that it restricts her breathing. He draws his face close to hers. His breath reeks of sulfur.  

	"You need not know my name. I, however, need your best vessel. Quickly."  

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[center][@Dartbored Fairy][/center]

	In the aftermath of the quake, while Mili consumes her sandwich, the searing burn of the fingerprint marks on her neck intensifies. With this sudden increasing of unbearable pain, the marks start radiating a crimson light, like that of a pulsating beacon, while the bandages thereon begin to scorch like cloth to an open flame. 

	This intense burn lasts for several seconds before reducing to its prior state, yet the radiating glow from the marks continue. The blackened bandages burst into flames and fall from their placing.