Silence. If she had to name the thing she missed most, it would be the silence and clarity she once had inside her own mind. Tiffany used to believe in other people, and one could even call her naive. But not anymore. She could tell when someone didn't speak the truth, even if it had just been a small lie. It had started off just a whisper, something in the back of her mind telling her that someone wasn't being truthful. Then it got worse. The voice inside of her head started getting louder, to the point where it started causing her pain and headaches. Even if she wasn't listening, she could hear them, and something inside of her felt disgusted and angry when she heard the lies that were told, staying inside more and more often.

It wasn't much of a surprise that she had to see a doctor, and she felt almost casual when she went. Tiffany had told the doctor about the voice, and about the pains in her head. The doctor didn't have a diagnoses, and her mother was afraid that she might have schizophrenia or another mental health disease. After a particular incident where in Tiffany threw a large fit, shouting about how the teachers and students were all liars, her mother was forced to unenroll her from school. Tiffany grew quitter and more withdrawn, more often than not skipping meals, until she barely spoke with anyone other than her mother, her father, and her cat. All this happened in the span of about two weeks, and her family continued to fret.

She had just woken up, and was deleting the usual emails from her so called friends when she stumbled upon an odd looking email from someone she didn't recognize the name of. Checking the contents, it was an apparent invitation to a castle. Figuring she had nothing to lose and needed to get out of the city, Tiffany packed a bag and told her father where she was going, Figuring she could always call him if it was a scam, which she could figure out rather easily. Tiffany realized just how big the castle actually was as they drove closer, and she straightened out her dress, determined to make a good first impression no matter who answered the door. She was wearing a white dress with black polka dots, white knee socks and simple shoes, and her long hair hung loose, her tower clip keeping it out of her face. Waving goodbye to her father and gently picking up her cat, Tiffany walked to the towards the two figures by the door, shifting her bag.

"Um, is Miss Katherin here? I received an email from her." She inquired just loudly enough to hear, looking at the stones beneath her feet.