[ She can't see from behind the curtain, but someone is in the room and whoever it is, Poland or not, she has to make her move. It takes a moment, though, because she doesn't know if she can go through with it. She doesn't want to go through with it. She'd really rather just lay down and wait to die than do what she's about to do... but her time will come later in the week. For now...
She steps out from behind the curtain and doesn't stop to check who's in the chair. She flings the heavy velvet curtain over the figure's head and locks an arm around their neck. Her other hand she brings up over the nose and mouth- and then she starts squeezing as hard as she can. It is difficult, and extremely taxing because she feels like she's about to pass out, but mostly it's hard because she's trying not to sob. ]
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She steps out from behind the curtain and doesn't stop to check who's in the chair. She flings the heavy velvet curtain over the figure's head and locks an arm around their neck. Her other hand she brings up over the nose and mouth- and then she starts squeezing as hard as she can. It is difficult, and extremely taxing because she feels like she's about to pass out, but mostly it's hard because she's trying not to sob. ]