Irena was no hero of the folk, on the contrary, people for some reason believed she was more on the bad side thanks to her brutish behavior, yet she was not one to stand idle in front of something wrong and when she saw the man taking an old lady's bag she didn't think twice before chasing him down. It didn't take too long before he had himself cornered and tackled down by the teenager, and again, she was no hero, so she just told him to clear off instead of beating him down or calling the police.

 Thanks to the short chase the bag had opened and let its content in the ground: books, fairytale books from what she could tell, one in particular had opened on a page with the image of some sort of mansion or academy and as Irena leaned forward to pick it she found herself falling into the picture into some sort rabbit hole antic.

 She couldn't exactly understand how but now she was in the middle of the sky, the damp alleyway from before was nowhere to be seen and the ground was approaching at an worrying speed. By instinct she tried to roll when was about to hit the ground but since it was some sort of spongy thingamajig she ended up sitting clumsily in the grass. After standing up and slapping off some dust from her clothing she had a good look at her surrounding, odd place, odd people, odd situation, the teenager had little to say but [color=aba000]"huh?"[/color]