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Rolled 13, 5, 98 = 116 (3d100)
The monster close to the Dojo had afforded him pause and he had thought about helping the couple for a bit before the man revealed himself to a hero of some kind. While his name sounded stupid he seemed to have things well in hand and as such Yama did not feel like he would have to help him or his woman back to the relative safety of the city.
The Cabin was as he remembered it. Hidden in a small valley and deep woods was it well positioned to reach the city in a short amount of time while still affording protection. Several boobytraps were marked to his trained eye and he easily slipped inside. He had been here before but the fog in his mind had kept him from actually coming inside. He was thankful for the small luxuries the building afforded. After another meal, though it was a lot smaller than the one at the Ramen Shop, Yama actually fell asleep quite easily. As long as he remembered, which was not that long, his dreams were weird and filled with pain. The colorless eyes of the Doctor hovered over him while he cut and pulled Yama apart. Strange new Organs were put inside him healing in ugly scars and strange symbols covering his skin. He fell deeper and deeper into the darkness. Deep shadows surrounded him while he pushed himself and his body to the limit for a clan he did not remember. Faces he should know were looking down on him rendering the killing Judgement for the murder of a Dozen youths that had been jealous. As the Blade fell Yama rose.
Yama awoke in a cold sweat clutching at his throat. "Fuck..... what the hell was that... did the Dojo pull up those memories. Maybe i can learn something there." he mumbled to himself. After a morning cleaning he set out again to arrive at the Dojo just when the Sun started to rise. It felt a bit nostalgic but Yama could not put a finger on what felt familiar. Instead he decided to sneak around and check out if something maybe triggered his memories.
rolling for stealth based on Speed.
