Euphemia sighed as she looked up from her endless piles of neatly stacked sketchbooks and notebooks. She had been composing a new song but was broken out of her trance by the echoing sound of the dinner bell. As she walked out the door, she reminisced about her life before being dragged to floor 6. It hasn't been long since she started living down here. She didn't even know about her powers until a mishap at one of her concerts. Everyone hated her, saying how she was a freak: yelling her to get out and die when all she wanted to do was bring joy through her music. It hurt when people said that she never had the talent, it was just her powers. She sighed as she walked down the corridor to the dining room. Her eyes wandered around the room, observing the people who were already there. 

Everything was so...foreign.

She sighed taking a seat at an empty table. She was never good with people unless she was singing but after she moved down here she's not really sure what she was good at.