[hr][b][center][h2] RE-ENTRY [/h2][/center][/b][hr]


Anya awoke drearily from bleak nothingness only to find herself surrounded by the artificial lights and textures of the VR tavern. 
She was hit by a powerful Déjà Vu. 
A reoccurring sensation, fuzzy but looping over and over again in her mind. Nothing before this point and very little after.

Dazed she looked around the near empty room trying to regain her bearings. She couldn't remember why she had come here or even how, but she knew this place, it was familiar. Suddenly a sharp shooting pain erupted with in her torso. Shuddering in discomfort she keeled over in shock. Anya looked down to see the fabric of her pink top glisten with the dark sheen of blood as it soaked up the spilling vital fluid of an open injury.
'[i]Shit[/i]' she curses to herself, her fingers staining with the same red as she inspected the open wound beneath the cloth. It was deep and hollow, she almost fainted as finger disappeared into it her chest. '[i]NOPE![/i]' It was too much for her to handle or even contemplate. It didn't make sense. Something was wrong. 
There was blood but not enough for her to bleed out and die. Something was't right and she didn't know what. So she ignored it. 
Pulling her jacket over and zipping it up tight she hides her injury and more clothing and in her best efforts casually strolls to the bar and takes a much needed seat.

She seemed nonchalant, confident, assured and normal but none of this could be further from the truth. She was terrified, confused, unsure and panicking. 
She needed to find help and fast. Until then she would drink to settle her nerves.