[When Pilouette steps out of the tunnel, all the color drains from her face. Stack after stack of corpses piled up along the narrow path, the air thick with the suffocating stench of death...It doesn't take long for her to connect the bodies in front of them with the screams that echoed throughout the night.
Her grip slackens and her kit drops to the ground as her knees become weak. She can feel a knot in her stomach as she opens her mouth to speak...but no words come out. All she can manage is a quiet whimper as she lets out a shaky breath.]
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Her grip slackens and her kit drops to the ground as her knees become weak. She can feel a knot in her stomach as she opens her mouth to speak...but no words come out. All she can manage is a quiet whimper as she lets out a shaky breath.]