Castle in the Mist

When in doubt, sing.

It was something that she had always known how to do, and something she had always enjoyed. It was always something that she could do in even the most boring of situations.

For the past several days, all Miku had done was curiously poke around the common area. She had been told by Haku not to go anywhere on her own, and with her hands being in a rather crude condition for a few of those days, there really wasn't a lot she could do. They were fixed now, though, and Miku was back to being able to use them without fearing that they would malfunction.

This didn't cure her boredom, though. As much as she wanted to explore, she had made a promise to Haku not to go too far. This place was safe, and whatever was out there was definitely something that her sister didn't want her to get into. She trusted that.

Many of her days were spent close to the rooms. She was now in the common area, sitting off to the side and doing what she does best. Singing.

How will you react to the voice coming from the common area?

She now found herself in a very dark place. At first, she had only looked around, trying to see if maybe, just maybe, she could get an idea of where she might have been; it was for naught, though, it seemed. She couldn't recognize anything. It was just dark.

It was then that she began to panic, frantically reaching her arms out (and being met with very limited arm mobility) and touching the sides of her current location, feeling around for a possible exit to the place.

When she couldn't seem to find one, that was when she started screaming.

Despite her lack of true humanity, tears poured from her eyes and ran down her cheeks; her voice, though synthesized, held the emotion of fear as she screamed for help, pounding on the sides of the place she found herself trapped in. Nothing she did seemed to help.

No, she needed to calm down and think logically about this. It was the only way she would find her way out, right? If nobody was around that she could depend on, she had to depend on herself.

Calming down was not something that was happening easily, though. Every time she tried, she couldn't help but return to the blubbering mess she had been only moments before.

It was now that she had to try the one thing that always managed to calm her down.

Softly at first, and then growing in volume as she continued, a song started to come from one of the sarcophagi.