exhausted, Aramara pulls herself up to the tavern entrance. She leans heavily on the doorframe, her clothes in tatters, a mixture of blood, ash, and dust matting her fur. Slowly and with effort she smacks her parched, cracked lips, wanting nothing more than a cool mug of water, followed by a glass of wine and the soft comfort of a bed, but the sight of a headless fenki skeleton and a decapitated hello kitty doll on the tavern floor has her petrified in fear.
A bony finger lay pointing towards the railing overlooking the taverns bottom floor. Aramara, always keenly aware of such signs, moves in that direction with a sickening feeling in her stomach. And for good reason too, the macabre scene which is revealed to her has her reeling distraught. Her own sister lying dead on a pile of bones, and her good friend Mariana dead too, contorted on the floor with foam and blood oozing from her mouth.
"OH WHY!?!?" she calls out to the Gods,"Why such cruel fate!?!?" but her plea with the deities is cut short when she notices a shiny, red, heart shaped box on the floor next to Mariana. What sort of Heart Container is this? she thinks, and goes to investigate.
Open opening, she finds herself confronted with an array of small morsels of a soft brown nature. Taken aback at first by their resemblance to items of a less pleasurable nature, she sniffs and finds them to be something different, something new. With delicate fingers, she plucks one up and pops it in her mouth.
Oh it was worth it! The joy the chocolate brings her as it melts in her mouth soothes all her anxieties, fears, and stresses. Quickly, she begins stuffing more and more of the chocolate pieces in her mouth. All is good in the world.
Her innate fenki curiosity takes over and she flips the heart shaped lid over to read the filling ingredients. Strawberry, Cherry, Caramel, Nougat, Peanut Butter, Arsenic, Cyanide... wait... what were those last two?
The warmth in her stomach turns into a burning as the poisons took their course. She begins to choke and vomit, a mixture of stomach bile, chocolate and blood. Violent convulsions shake her being, steadily reducing until one last twitch of her whiskers and she is dead. For those keeping count, that makes four dead fenki in the tavern. On a rooftop somewhere, Travosh is having a picnic.
A snowglobe falls out of Aramara's limp fingers and rolls across the floor.