>>5601588<span class="mu-i">Regardless of if it says so or not, everyone in this field believed in the peace of Prancijan.</span> A rusty sign reads at the entrance. It’s been quite some time since you were here. Amelia is the one leading the charge…
“Jo-Johnny, look...” Amelia points forwards.
A stylish looking Goth lady puts down flowers on your mother’s grave. Is that little Fiora…? She’s not little at all anymore!
“<span class="mu-i">T-That’s the creepy lady from Mom’s funeral…!</span>” Amelia gets spooked. She’s hiding behind you now!
Fiora (?) turns her head, then smiles and waves at you two. The lady in black walks over. You don’t feel threatened…
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>“Sorry for keeping you waiting, Fiora.” Act composed. You have the courage.>“I-Is that you, Fiora…?” You need to confirm.>Pay respects to your Mother’s grave.>Ask to talk somewhere else. You can’t have a serious conversation at a graveyard...>Write In. 