After falling down from the sky with a catastrophic thud. You stand up, still trembling and unsteady on your legs. And while the cause's still unknown. You muster up your courage and begin roaming around the outlandish place while simultaneously pondering and darting your eyes around in such a perplexed and confounded manner. The atmosphere is spine-chillingly eerie, sending waves of terror down your spine. Eventually, after wandering and looking around for a while, your eyes are held back by a peculiar sight. It is a girl, adorned with only a black attire, crouching down while facing the wall at the foot of a majestic yet able to give birth to all the traumas and fear of being ensnared within the deepest chamber of seclusion.

Seemingly, the girl's fiddling her hair while staring at each of the flower that all seem to have deteriorated and dried. Such a dreary affair that is...

“…If speaking holds a place of significance within your aspirations then speak up. It’s not like I have the time to squander debriefing why you’re here, lowly creature.”

without even looking back, she murmured in such a pompous and neck-stiffed manner, as if she’s calling you a featherbrain.