You clutch your chest and breathe heavily, leaning against a tree for support. Having escaped being culled right into some highblood's smothering and patronizing hands after your lusus passed, you make your way into the forest.

Suddenly, you sense someone watching you. You turn apprehensively and look at the stranger, a girl eyeing you up with a cigarette in her hand. You worry she might be there to take you back, but it definitely doesn’t seem like it. She’s alone, acting pretty relaxed, not to mention a lowblood.

She giggles something in a foreign language, before switching to the Beforan you know. "Lost?" She asks simply.