The short young lady known as Katherine woke up with a dizziness in her brain. Her vision blurred as she paced over to her mirror, looking at her face. Once her vision stopped blurring, she had noticed that she fell asleep with her makeup on. The old eyeliner and mascara had spread about her face, and down her cheeks. With that, she could conclude that she had cried last night. It all hit her like a brick when she remembered. They lied. All of them. They didn't value your company, they only saw you as that pitiful girl with silvery hair and stood at only 4 foot 11 inches tall. [color=a187be]"They didn't like you anyway. Stop crying this instant,"[/color] she heard it say. This voice was deep and she couldn't tell if it was a feminine or a masculine one. Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She picked it up frantically and read what it said. A castle? In Scotland? Like hell she'd be going to Scotland on such a short notice! But she had to... if it meant meeting others with her disability. Being able to finally understand... 

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It took her a day or so to finally gather up her things to get to Scotland, and getting to the airport was a pain in the ass, dealing with her demon was a pain, too. But finally, after such a long time prepping up, she had come into view with the castle. It was big, made of old stone brick, and gave off an ancient, or even haunting aura. [color=a187be]"That man over there cheated on his wife. He refuses to admit it,"[/color] the voice snickered as it gestured to a middle-aged man and his wife around the castle, inspecting it. Katherine didn't need or want to know that. She rolled her eyes and slowly stepped up toward the castle.