She didn’t say anything for a moment, trying to remember everything that has happened since she came into the room. She’d looked around for a minute, seen the skeletons, put the rune down, and then...Ren had asked her about the sword she was now holding.

Kohaku abruptly dropped it, almost as if it had suddenly turned red hot. There was one of those moments, those snapshots in time that will stick with you forever, as she watched the old rusty sword spin through the air towards the ground. When it landed, the blade snapped. It was in such bad condition she would have been surprised if it hadn’t.

After nothing happened for several seconds, Kohaku stopped holding her breath. “Fuck. This place is getting to me.”

Something HAD happened, but Kohaku had not noticed, and would not until some time later.