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[saber has noticed a chill for a bit over a week now. he doesn't care. he spends little time in his bedroom, keeps it meticulously clean and organized when he's there. the maids tend to very little, only cleaning up after a messy night with a girl or some staff member he's decided to claim for the night.

he's used to the room next door being empty, but defaults to keeping the door to the bathroom closed out of habit. he's sauntering in from the gym, happily oblivious to madison in his – his – bathroom, since no one has occupied it for the year he's been here. wearing a loose-fitted t-shirt and sweatpants, skin flushed from the workout, he doesn't think twice about swinging the bathroom door open in to see– 

a girl. he squints at her. takes madison in, gaze saccading between the body in front of him and the reflection of her in the mirror. dead men's scars. he's made those and taken them apart, lifted skin from muscle and bone.]

You the reason my room's been cold, dead girl?