'Where... where am I?'
Suiseiseki jerked awake with a start when she heard the words being spoken. She stared down at her patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through her dolljoints. The human was alive! And from the looks of things, she was on her way to making a full recovery.
'You are in Japan,' Suiseiseki told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest, desu. I carried you inside, and my sisters tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here, desu!'
'My name is Clarice,' said the human. 'I come from the FBI. I was on an errand from the Behavioural Science Unit at Quantico. But last night... All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of serial killers. At least three surrounded me, I didn't the check corners. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my firearm for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.'
Suiseiseki smiled at her. 'The stars must shine favourably on you, desu. To live through such an ordeal... that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Clarice had wound up in Japan and Suiseiseki had found her. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Clarice was meant to be here, and Suiseiseki was meant to have found her. Why, Suiseiseki did not know. But it felt so certain.
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