The cold night was shrouded in despair, and it radiated a physical hostility towards the other lying on the rough, stony ground. Their body was wracked with pain that was gradually easing but still quite intense. With mounting confusion, they struggled to understand their surroundings. The scene that greeted them was not… promising, with a dense layer of blood and gore. Corpses littered the building, casting a macabre aura. What— WHAT HAPPENED HERE?! As they tried to gather their bearings, a faint squeaking sound (Eep!) interrupted their thoughts.

The other spun around and spotted a woman with greyish hair adorned with crimson highlights, wearing a black sweetheart top with a pencil skirt to match. Her magenta eyes glistened with concern and confusion as she spoke in a soft, squeaky tone. Despite the grim surroundings, she carried herself with calmness. She clasped her hands together, squeaking in confusion before she spoke,

"Are you alright?" She questioned in a worried tone. "I've been trying to get your attention for a while now. As to why you're here in this forsaken place… There was someone who tried to murder you but you don't have to worry. I've… shooed them away, somehow." How nice of her.