Having previously skipped school by pretending to leave the house whilst waiting for her mother to go off to work, then sneaking back in through the door in her backyard, Sasha was having quite the day listening to music in her room whilst she roamed the Internet hopping from site, to site and absorbing all kinds off random knowledge as she did.

After wasting almost the entire day being unproductive and listening to as many albums as she could illegally download without overloading her hard-drive, Sasha found that she was ridiculously hungry. As she lifted herself off of the bed and began walking out into the corridor leading to the kitchen, she questioned as to why she never went to go eat anything throughout the rest of the day. She quickly replied to her thought that it was entirely out of laziness and that she knew that. Her mental superior, her, conceded.

When she turned the corner into the kitchen, her eyes were met with a miasma of black and grey tones all of which were unfamiliar to her. Sasha reached out for the light switch so as to get on with the creation of food that would hopefully soothe the empty feeling that was worsening in her stomach.

Then it hit. A wave crashed over Sasha filling her with feelings that she didn't know human beings were capable of forming. The only thing that began to run through her mind was 3 letters. One word. [i][color=a36209]Run.[/color][/i] And run she did. Despite running on what could be compared to an empty gas tank, she managed to keep herself going for what seemed like forever.

Did she pass out on her way to the kitchen or something? This had to be some kind of nightmare. As she ran, she noticed a bright light and a person in a suit of armor with a spear. As well as what appeared to be other figures running toward the light.

Even though Sasha wasn't exactly a fan of taking the common route, she decided that whatever that bright light and person had to offer was better than the maddening smell of death and those shades that taunted her sanity.