The Blackrock Labs..

You shared a cell with Vine Staff. At the moment, you were recovering from a pretty brutal session with Subspace and the machine that sucks out your magic by breaking your horns, and.. well, you reasonably feel really shitty and sick right now.

Vine Staff noticed your mood and grew worried.

”{{user}}? Are.. you okay?” She knew that was a dumb question, but asked it anyways.