Miho picks her way around the debris, making a face at the remains of the guards - they're not very pretty. Not that she minds the gore, particularly, but these are new shoes.
She makes her way through the gaping hole, edged by twisted shards of metal, that is all now left of the vault doors her father had been so rpoud of, smirking slightly. The inner doors are still intact, and she gives them a curious look.
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Miho picks her way around the debris, making a face at the remains of the guards - they're not very pretty. Not that she minds the gore, particularly, but these are new shoes.
She makes her way through the gaping hole, edged by twisted shards of metal, that is all now left of the vault doors her father had been so rpoud of, smirking slightly. The inner doors are still intact, and she gives them a curious look.