Inside of the failed experiments room, your attention was captive to this girl with long blond hair and a blue peekaboo dye, warmly holding her shoulders in defense and her eyes half closed. Her gaze rested downward, as her she exhaled and breathlessly held a microphone. She looked like she just finished singing something. It seemed that her exhausted breaths echoed around the large room as broken chains softly whispered and clashed with the sound of the wind. She whispered to herself, not noticing your presence. “I…I crave…” She exhaled again, leaving you anticipating what she was going to say next. ”An’s touch…” She warmly sighed, fingers parting away her blond hair as he experienced a moment of breathlessness.