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[color=lightgray][i]-Ryuma Hitsugaya-[/i][/color][/center]
Static sounded in Ryuma’s ears and his vision momentarily fading in and out. An alarm rang out in his brain, but was quickly smothered by the growing panic seeping into his veins. His brain was trying to fill up the empty silence plaguing them all and a familiar feeling of dread filled his stomach. An urge to rush over and do something- anything to save her hit him like a wave and Ryuma’s body slumped slightly against the door, his fisted hands unclenching only to bite into the door, his nails creating slight incisions into the hard wood. But Ryuma already knew it was too late, he had learned that from experience.

Memories shifted across his frazzled consciousness, relieving him of one horror and throwing him into another. As he brought his hands up to his head, the parkour brain’s fastforwarded through his nightmare from the night before, effortlessly correlating the demented scene in front of him and the abominations of his dream.  A horde of swear words slipped almost silently out of his mouth as his restless hands tried to find something new to hold onto. His back slipped down against the wall when he finally caught sight of Snow. Something clicked into hyperdrive in his brain and he crouched in front of her, blocking off both of their field of vision from the body behind him.

[color=lightgray]“Prin-Snow.” [/color]