Iwamaru Ume

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I am being punished for my misdeeds, it was a foolish thing, and now I suffer. Will I ever find forgiveness, or is it hopeless to try? He was given orders to talk his life, but we were not prepared for it, so I helped him flee. I played a small part, but I am just as guilty. He was spirited away in the night, bound for unknown shores, and I had hoped that he would find me again, but that is hopeless now, I cannot be found here. The cards have been read and my fate has been given. What does tomorrow bring? What great punishment can I suffer than to be here with these strange people?

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[hn3SoNaReS]

Ume sits on a grassy hill overlooking the pleasant vista of the surrounding Barovian countryside, she closes her eyes and the gentle sound of a river soothes her anguished soul, if she sits still and imagines the familiar sounds of the Rokushim insects and birds she can feel a fleeting moment of comfort, until an unfamiliar sound shatters her illusion, she folds a worn piece of parchment into the shape of a bird, and hums a song to herself.

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Ume looks into the heart of the campfire on a brisk, breezy, Barovian day. Grateful from the reprieve of the seemingly ever present rain, she plucks the strings of her shamisen, an oddly shaped, three stringed instrument.

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She plucks a simple tune, and sings a gentle slow paced song, recalling a painful memory.