Tagged: [@WeepingLiberty]

After Jolyne had asked her little question, the pink haired woman suddenly started laughing at her, seemingly as if she had said the funniest joke in the world. Jolyne was about to ask her what was so hilarious when she noticed the woman started to crack her neck in such a way like she was getting ready for a fight, and wanted to intimidate her opponent. As if Jolyne would be intimidated by something so basic.

[color=f49ac2]"A survey? You could say it was something like that, yes."[/color] the woman finally answered, albeit vaguely. Before Jolyne could even blink, she was startled by the speed at which the stranger moved, their faces almost touching. She felt an icy pressure on her chin, preventing her head from moving. Jolyne looked into her eyes, noticing the unnatural shape of her irises. Had they always been like that? She just wanted to turn and run, but something kept her frozen to the spot, whether it was from stubbornness or fear she couldn't tell.

[color=f49ac2]"You see, it tends to freak the prey out when you say their name. So what do you think? Jo-lyne."[/color] the woman whispered gently like a breeze, sending shivers down Jolyne's spine. [color=f7920a]"P-Prey?"[/color] she said absentmindedly, in a hushed whisper. Her calm demeanour suddenly dissipated and her mind began racing. With the movements of her arms, and legs still unimpeded, she could easily strike her assailant in the face and break free. Clenching her fist tightly, she attempted to extend her arm without warning, straight into her pale nose.
Jolyne wasn't going to be killed, leaving her brother on his own, and more importantly, she certainly wasn't going down to some two-bit psycho.