Ena Magnus had creamy complexion covered in a smattering of freckles, and an angular-heart shaped face sepulchered in ruddy strands of hair. The red locks were frequently angled across her forehead, slanting downwards from the left side of her face towards the right. Thin tresses hung just past her shoulder blades. 

An aquiline nose rested between two cerulean spheres. Standing at an unimposing height and without much mass to make up for it, Ena was fairly small. The girl only succeeded in clearing five feet by two inches. Additionally, she was lacking in curves and a had a bosom that occasionally caused others to believe she was younger than she said she was.

Ena adorned a school uniform consisting of a pleated blue skirt and matching blazer over a simple white dress shirt and a black tie. Black stockings extended over her knees and stopped just before the hem of her skirt. Black mary janes served as her footwear. A blue bow was clipped into her hair as her sole accessory, tugging back a section of hair to the side of her bangs and a black elastic was wrapped around her wrist.

Dainty hands adjusted the purse and backpack she carried with her after she removed her cellphone from the confines of the smaller bag. Having just escaped her school, she began scrolling through her contacts with the arrow key. The phone was a simple flip phone, but it served what purpose it needed to. She only really used it to make phone calls and text.

As the girl glanced at the screen of her phone. Vertical bars of color appeared in strips across the screen similarly to the bars on a TV with bars of gray, yellow, cyan, green, magenta, red, and blue. Something like white noise seemed to be coming through her phone, almost like a static hissing with a series of clicks interspersed between. Her thumb pressed into the power button as she tried to turn the phone off and back on, but her efforts seemed to be futile. She pulled at the cover on the back of the phone that covered the battery and proceeded to tug the battery out of the phone, but that didn't seem to do much either. The bars of color didn't seem to be fading.

Suddenly, the screen seemed to go black. The noises from her phone abruptly halted. Ena was left feeling disoriented and off kilter. Not quite the feeling one got from riding in an elevator. Something more extreme, like the gelatinous feeling she got in her legs after riding a roller coaster. She felt light headed and woozy as she lifted her chin, only to realize that there had been a change in scenery. Ena certainly was nowhere near the route she walked from her school to her home.