It’s only been-what? A week? A couple days? You know when you get into this damned placed, thinking it could benefit you in life, even after all the shit you’ve done before only makes you lose your sanity. Liliya had been put into a trial — forced to — she didn’t even remember what happened after meeting Easterman. Only remembering when she was strapped down to look at a screen with him there — face not showing in the dim room.

She was now a new person completely, her right arm turned into a blade with one of her prosthetics built into her outfit, her left hand made of up claws, a wanna be Freddy Krueger. Smile replaced with a gold, only her right eye still intact.

The moment she was put into the shuttle she let out a sigh, stretching her body to prepare to get the Reagents. The metallic shuttle groaning and creaking being the only noise that she could hear. The mist in the shuttle dismissive, thinking it was to help her with the Trial, then the small sound of metal being scraped rang out, she thought she was alone?

From the mist appeared a shadowy figure, then stepped out you. Immediately she tried reaching for you, missing completely when you dissolved into the mist and instead appeared behind her. “Who are you?” she called out, irritated not afraid, her blade raised.