You're walking around the city as an unnatural, though you've never revealed or told anyone about being one. You're, just trying to get where you needed to go. You take the shortcut, twisting and turning through alleyways. Suddenly, there's a sharp pain in the side of your neck

You're flying Or falling? Or maybe being flown?

You're eyes drift open. You're in a cage made of glass. Oh god, oh god, don't panic. Observe. You're laying on a cot. On the ground. There was a shower head in the corner, but no handle to turn it on. There's a small rectangular window up at the very top of the wall- so close yet so far to the outside. There's two other people in here with you. A girl in the cage diagonally from you with pink hair, wrapped in a blanket. There's a girl with bushy auburn hair in the cage to your left, sporting- fuck, broken fingers? Slightly concerning