[The closet has several coats in it, many of them stacked on top of each other on the hangers because Satori gets cold easily. It's not easy coming to a frozen wasteland when you used to have the literal fires of hell in your basement. As with the clothing, these have also had holes cut in them to allow for the third eye.
Inside the safe is...guess what. It's more fucking paper. This, however, is where she keeps her personal writing, and most of it is fiction. Most of the stories involve psychological exploration of her main characters, none of whom are exactly well-adjusted individuals. A few poems are scattered among them, and there are some drafts of the beginnings of a novel, but the vast majority of her writing consists of short stories.
There is a note taped to the back of the safe that reads, "If I've been murdered, remind Miata that she said she would do her best to drop my body by the entrance to Former Hell. This is more important to me than I can possibly express."]
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Inside the safe is...guess what. It's more fucking paper. This, however, is where she keeps her personal writing, and most of it is fiction. Most of the stories involve psychological exploration of her main characters, none of whom are exactly well-adjusted individuals. A few poems are scattered among them, and there are some drafts of the beginnings of a novel, but the vast majority of her writing consists of short stories.
There is a note taped to the back of the safe that reads, "If I've been murdered, remind Miata that she said she would do her best to drop my body by the entrance to Former Hell. This is more important to me than I can possibly express."]