Sapphire looks up from reading her book as the dinner bell rings. She tucks her bookmark in between the pages with a sigh and sets down on her bed, stretching. Muscles in her back pop all the way up to her neck and she rolls her shoulders before walking out into the hall. She sees Hiyori there with the real life drawing and she smiles. Slowly, Sapphire drags her hand along the wall, the shadows dancing about her fingers. She had been fourteen when they brought her down here, after she began to twist the shadows on the wall. They called her abnormal and crazy. She sighs and continues walking.