GOODNIGHT // PSL

[angstmachine]

"Hey... Hey, boss...? We got a girl over here...!"

"Can't it wait?"

"No man, a human girl!"

Syeira wakes to the sound of something large booming overhead, echoing down the long corridors. This is some kind of a dimly-lit grand hall or a banquet room, not entirely unlike the ones she's seen at home; the room is filled with the sounds of far-away combat, people shouting orders, others running by in a hurry.

She is on her back, on top of a table, and there's a messy, brown-haired woman peering down at her through a pair of sunglasses. The woman's teeth are sharp, like a shark's, when she grimaces in confusion and wrinkles her nose.

"Sure does smell weird, though..."