Rosaline stepped forward, letting the blade slide over the smooth porcelain. If she had been human there would be blood dripping down her pale skin, but seeing as she had no blood to spill and no skin to slice all it did was make a scraping sound. The girl smirked, impressed that this woman Scarlet was brave enough to threaten her. Glass eyes looked at her with very little emotion, the knife still pressed hard against her throat. 

“I completely understand but believe me when I tell you that there is no way in hell I’d ever let myself be a puppet for someone else’s use, I’d much rather die.” She replies, hands tightening into fists at her own words.

The nebula suddenly stepped back though, turning towards the direction Faira and Conna Cel’ went. “Now, I believe we might want to go after them before they get into more trouble.” She chimes, beginning to walk after the human and the robot.


The crying stopped, the small figure responsible for the sound having clambered to her feet in a panic. Little Ann was absolutely overwhelmed with terror, another sound meeting the child’s ears. In a frenzied scramble the little girl took off, running down the long halls blindly. Her deep brown eyes were wide, glancing back and forth as her little legs pushed her further from ‘it’ the creature who seemed to want nothing more than to torment her. 

Ann stopped looking forward, now completely worried that it would be hot on her feet. Her terrified escape though came to a sudden, and unexpected, halt, the child’s little form having run into something. The girl tumbled backwards, on the verge of tears only to gasp when she looked up at what she had run into… or who. It was a lady who was standing beside some sort of… metal man. 


Rosaline had finally caught up with the other two, but the sight before her was confusing. Sitting in front of Faira was a little girl of at least no more than six. She had long unruly brown hair, deep brown eyes, and a terrified pout on her face. The girl was dressed in a light pink dress, light red jacket that might have belonged to an adult, and a long crimson scarf. One of her shoes was missing, revealing the girl’s stained white socks. 

What had happened to this child?

“Help me!!” the girl cried, having scrambled to her feet and latched herself onto Faira’s leg in terror.