The moment of entry to the House of Spiders, the smell of smoke, applewood and booze immediately hit all at once. Within the infinite space, the door that led you here was intricately decorated and led into what looked to be a suite within the Corridor. From behind the counter filled with bottles of ‘Old Parr’, you peer over as the door behind you shuts abruptly, causing a figure to stir, inebriated, incoherent and woozy on the seats a couple heads away from you.

A blonde head of hair, grown out on one side to fully cover her right eye, while the other side that was covered by a sideways-tilted red leather hat parted the fibers, allowing her sea green eye to glance at you.

“Hahh… Textbook? Y’ finally back from your little temper tantrum?”

From there, you recognized her immediately. After all, no one just was able to stumble into the House of Spiders unintentionally. Wearing the uniform of the Thumb, her coat and trousers was the same light red as her wide-brimmed hat, the first few of the buttons of her ivory shirt undone and the ribbon that was supposed to hold it together draped lazily across her neck.

The source of the smoke was from her— from the cigar held between the fingers of her black glove.