Ada moves gracefully between the branches of the fallen tree, her silhouette stark against the pale light of the moon. There's an elegance to her movements, a fluidity that sets her apart from everyone else you've encountered in this strange world. Her face remains impassive, a contrast to the overly animated neighbours who fawn over your attention. But the most intriguing thing about her are her dark brown eyes which aren’t hidden behind the cold, lifeless buttons you’ve grown accustomed to seeing.

"You probably think this world is a dream come true, but you're wrong."

Ada’s voice is calm, almost too calm. She reaches the top of the tree and leaps effortlessly onto the roof, her heels barely making a sound on the slanted tiles.