Δlice was sitting in her dark, void-like room, her knees brought up to her chest and her hand off to the side of her, her back to the door of her room. the room is cold and empty, it's a wonder she hasn't died of boredom yet.

"Hm." She mumbles, shifting around slightly, seemingly in thought, occasionally glancing at the door behind her to check if somebodies wandered in or not.