[Namine is perched on the steps of the 2nd Community Building, a sketchpad held loosely to her chest, she's now painfully aware of the curse placed on the town. People are spilling out secrets left and right, and she hopes hers isn't next.]

I can't tell him

[so instead she writes it down, each letter is drawn carefully, meaning etched into every word]

I love you

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[Fingers graceful in their movements seem to dance across the page, a ballet of letters blooming into life. The weight of the pencil in her hand is a familiar comfort, that she is eternally grateful for.]

Where am I?

[Three simple words weave themselves together into an equally simple question. She hopes someone will answer soon, because the false sense of security that came along with the pencil isn't going to suffice for much longer, and the barrier separating her from panic is about to crash.]