Out of pure curiosity Zumi had directed herself to the Records of Time, wondering if maybe they had her suicide recorded. Fatigued she literally dropped out of the shadow of a tree from exerting herself by shadow traveling. The idea of seeing everything replay before her mind made her happy though she still felt chills and tremors just like she had the night she had done it.
Zumi's small body made a thud as she collided with the dirty floor-ground-type thing. A small moan escaped her lips as she lifted herself up and popped her nose into place; being undead had a few of it's advantages. Aside from the most obvious she was pretty good. The word "love" was still etched on her chest above her right boob and served as a constant reminder of her failed attempt at loving another - Vincent. Instead of being bright and pink and almost like a fresh looking scar it was dark, a mottled grotesque looking bruise color and almost as ancient as she was. Zumi constantly covered it up with either porcelain colored make up or with a shirt or band-aid.
Carefully, almost like she was made of brittle, Zumi made her way to the large room of...books, it seemed. However Zumi was propelled outwards as she was, as the rules say, forbidden to walk among the books of knowledge. Zumi lay along the ground, playing limbo with the border, staring at nothing but everything that she could see. How was she suppose to access this place if she wasn't a Templar? Or friends with the Embodiment of Time? Zumi sighed as she thought of not seeing her life end. Maybe it was a sign, a good thing that she couldn't.
