[center][h1][color=mediumpurple]Haru Imamura[/color][/h1][/center]
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Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Haru Imamura needed to breathe. Flashbacks spiraled in her head. An uncomfortable yet familiar feeling pounded in her head, thus coiling around her throat as if it were a threat to choke her out. Even now, she... couldn't escape this life, could she?

It's happening again.

Breathe and recount the steps that led up to this point. She had to accept this as it is now, so knowing what was going on was practically a matter of life or death.

Haru woke up in the morning to go through the usual routine before work at the nearby hospital. Everything was like she expected, tending to patients left and right. Then the first of the many unexpected events happened. A stinging pain stung the back of her left hand, but it was brief. Fellow nurses told her that she was bruised badly from the looks of it, and that resulted with Haru being let off early for the day to rest her bruise. She didn't want to, but she could admit that the bruise was bothersome. She couldn't burden herself while at her job, so she did what she was told.

So right as lunch break would roll over, she returned home, and soon found herself cleaning out her humble house out of the feverish need to do something. Old boxes and such being arranged in the back storage. This house needed a lot of work, it was originally her aunt's before she chose to move here. Some boxes in the storage room contained possessions that were long forgotten about, loosely reminding Haru of her old life. After some time, it was obvious that this room served as a workshop of sorts, which explained such things being left here and this marking on the floor.

She figured to call her aunt to pick up these belongings, since Haru saw no use for them. Then everything changed. She couldn't tell or describe the process, but obviously a person that shouldn't have been in the room with her was there now.

This was only the first step before being fully sucked into the situation called the Holy Grail War. The bruise on her hand was actually a set of Command Spells, which marks me a participating Master of this Grail War. This other person was called a Servant of the Archer class. There were numerous other Masters and Servants involved with this.

So now as the afternoon is inching to the later stages of the day from the looks of it, Haru pulled herself a chair after she took this all in, taking another breath to situate herself. She couldn't just awkwardly stay silent after Archer had told her these things to catch her up...

[color=mediumpurple]"So... I-I take it that I can't back out without being targeted regardless, huh? That this entire village is going to get involved no matter what too... because I'm not the only one with these Command Spells... am I right, uh, Archer?"[/color]

[@Raineh Daze]