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In Gensokyo, pulling that sort of stunt on Keine is probably the only one thing that unconditionally gets you branded as scum for life.

Keine has no enemies. No matter what your motivations may be, you won't find any support there.
Keine could fuck you up in four separate dimensions if she wanted to, but she likely won't - it's just not her way to solve matters with revenge. She'll make you look just like the hooligan you are.
And worst of all. If you so much as touch a hair on Keine's head, you and your ilk won't have any friends left under the border, but quite a lot of enemies. And ironically for this case, among them a certain "fiery" human you won't get rid of. Ever.

Keine, I chose you!

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You finally decide that you're tired of the damn floor, and need to get something on your feet before they freeze off. Leaving your lunch-dinner on the table, you stalk off into the living room, having a feeling that your shoes should be there... And there they are, right by the door, with your socks nicely folded. Nice of Keine to do that, huh? You put them on, and are pleased to feel your toes again without wincing at the chilling tempature. You look around. There are several chairs, and the primary colors seem to be cream, brown, accented with green. Earthy colors, you think. Women like decorating, don't they? There are several bookshelves, filled with several scrolls and old bound books. There are several chairs near a small fireplace, along with some knitting things. You notice a small brown backpack-ish looking bag in the corner.

[ ] Search the books

[ ] Go back and eat the eggs

[ ] Take the pack

[ ] Search for other useful trinkets

[ ] Wait for Keine

[ ] Investigate the knitting materials

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Continued.

You are greeted by a pleasant face smiling genially into your own. It isn't Cirno's, and appears to be much more intelligent. The face happens to belong to Keine Kamishirasawa.
Let us pray we never have to mention her last name here ever, ever again, anon.
"Feeling better already?" She inquires personably, looking straight up at you. Your attempt to respond is blocked by the fact your throat feels like wasps declared a war on it while you were asleep. Sucks, you have a cold. Your kind rescuer feels your forehead with her wrist gently. "You still have a fever. Get back in bed." You realize she has a bowl of soup on a tray supported in her other hand. It smells quite delicious.

[ ] Fight against your throat; "Where am I? Who are you? What am I doing here?"

[ ] Obediently go back to bed.

[ ] Struggle! Crazy kidnapper woman!

Well, they usually come back better... even if most of them are complaining about strange side-effects. Still, can't complain too much.