Blinking your eyes open, a hand instinctively reaches up to hold your head, a dull ache forming there. Unnaturally bright, pink grass lies underneath you, slightly overgrown. Last you remember, you were just minding your own damn buisness and some... weird black portal thingy sucking you up? God, where the hell are you?

"Ah, you must be our last contestant!" A gloved hand, latex, you assume, clasps around your wrist, hauling you up onto your feet with force. Konya gives you a toothy, sharp grin, twirling you around in place for a moment before unhanding you. Although your legs shake terribly at the suddeness of standing up with no support, the twirling only doubling how disorientated you are, you manage to keep yourself upright.

Konya leans on the cane in her other hand, staring at you with a giddy, nearing manic, look plastered on her face. Extending her hand out, she grabs yours forcefully, shaking it with vigor. This jostles you, something that's clearly amusing to her.

"Took you long enough! Welcome to Vinya, er... what was your name again?"