[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/55b16b359fc9e5f77d103afe675b349c/tumblr_inline_n2c7gaYqj61s2djns.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Lotus Hotel and Casino 
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Bit by bit, piece by piece, Nancy came back to herself. 

	It started with small acts of rebellion - of breathing in deeply, feeling the rise and the fall of her own chest; of clenching her toes and unclenching them; of twitching each finger in turn. She then slowly uncurled herself, stretching out her limbs and leaning her back up against a bucket filled with cleaning supplies. [color=#9370DB]"I'm okay,"[/color] Nancy then whispered, finding her voice - still hoarse and sore, but hers and hers alone. [color=#9370DB]"I'm okay,"[/color] she murmured again, staring at the door. She registered the meowing of a cat and a paw underneath the door - [i]Sunshine[/i]. 

	Nancy rose to her feet, shaking and unstable. With each blink, she could see it again so clearly - the men she had thought were her friends, the dizziness in her head, their hands on her, all over her, gripping and wanting and about to take, take, take - and then the blood, oh, there had been so much blood, as she stood over their bodies. She paused, a hand on the doorknob. Did she want to open the door, to let Sunshine in - to relive more of her trauma, and to watch it happen to others? 

	[color=#9370DB]"I'm okay,"[/color] she whispered, before opening the door.