I'm over here, Alf. [She's sitting on the couch in the front room and makes no effort to get up to greet him.]
[The small table in the center of the room as been hastily pulled closer and there are quite a few shards of some kind of glass scattered across it. With a closer look, they seem to be piece of a mirror. And they're all covered in blood.]
[Cheyenne herself is still trying to keep a smile on her face as she turns to face Alf. Both of her arms are lined with small, negligible cuts, but her right wrist is wrapped up in a bloody towel.]
I do hope you'll forgive my appearance. I... imagine I must look rather messy.
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[The small table in the center of the room as been hastily pulled closer and there are quite a few shards of some kind of glass scattered across it. With a closer look, they seem to be piece of a mirror. And they're all covered in blood.]
[Cheyenne herself is still trying to keep a smile on her face as she turns to face Alf. Both of her arms are lined with small, negligible cuts, but her right wrist is wrapped up in a bloody towel.]
I do hope you'll forgive my appearance. I... imagine I must look rather messy.