Halloween Event 2020 - Ronin/Melita

I am my mother's child, I'll love you till my breathing stops
I'll love you till you call the cops on me

Apparently someone had been paying attention to the paintings (and it hadn’t been her). Her brows arched at Ronin, or whoever this stranger’s body was, listening to the proclamations, and then tracing over the descriptions. A life; birth, love, family, age, a chaotic little semblance of disarray and cycles. “Okay, I’ll give it a go.” She had nothing else to offer; save for mere observations – not a head or mind built for riddles (impulsivity and action, sure), no matter whose body she inhabited. The once-girl set about per the instruction, inputting the code into the lock, one right after the other: 3, 2, 4, 1. With any luck, they’d hear the lock click, and they’d be out of the room – and perhaps not drifting in such a weird space. -- Melita attempts to enter the code: 3, 2, 4, 1. M e l i t a But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe