[After finding her corpse the day before, Callisto walks away from the body with a spare left boot, two spare arm bracers... and the bottom half of a broken skeleton key. She has no immediate use for it, but still, she hangs onto it as she wanders: not motivated or focused enough to systematically hunt for the matching keyhole, but still testing it out when she thinks of it, trying to squeeze it into random door locks. Sometimes she drops the little thing, but she always picks it up again, muttering irritably in Greek.]
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[After finding her corpse the day before, Callisto walks away from the body with a spare left boot, two spare arm bracers... and the bottom half of a broken skeleton key. She has no immediate use for it, but still, she hangs onto it as she wanders: not motivated or focused enough to systematically hunt for the matching keyhole, but still testing it out when she thinks of it, trying to squeeze it into random door locks. Sometimes she drops the little thing, but she always picks it up again, muttering irritably in Greek.]