To many in the room, Sarah was out of their line of vision, the couch on which she resided turned away from them. The faux leather couch was arranged so those within could stare out past the balcony to the sunset beyond. From this angle only a portion of her leg could be seen sticking up over the headrest of the couch, a small dainty naked foot perched atop the ankle, toes pointed towards the ceiling. It was the dull mottled grey of one who had lain in the morgue a while Her toes were decorated with a number of gold, silver and platinum rings that gleamed brightly against the muted colour of her flesh and nail polish of a deep matte black dusted with silver like stars in the darkest night sky.

It was only when one walked around to the other side of the couch that one could see the rest of her, now a breathtakingly beautiful elf, only with that ornate and completely changed dagger lodged in her skull.