During one of Caine’s speeches, Pomni went to lean into her hand, and when she pulled away the side of her face was all mushy and black silk was intertwined with her fingers, after trying to pull it off she almost fell to the floor. as more of the black gush spewed from her face, it hit the floor and she tried to get up- struggling as the silk rope of unknown held her down.

“ C-Caine! We-Have a problem! “

Pomni’s smile went twisted, slowly loosing her mind as she spoke.