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[center][h2]~| Location: Feena, Day 2 ATC|~
~| Time: 13th hour|~[/h2][/center]

A shift towards the right didn’t even help lessen the sheering pain which seemed to claw at her throat. A single acting like swallowing was becoming a rather unpleasant experience, granted that in this case breathing meant the person was alive and well, though in a way the woman’s pride would ever be damaged. As if there was an opened wound which refused to close completely. The Amaran’s eyes crept open, allowing slivers of light clear the unsettling blurriness, and the details of the brand new environment to be absorbed.

Instantly her figure shot upwards, only for the blood to rush to the teenager’s head, and case her to fall right out of bed. To top off such a wonderful morning a rather annoying voice entered the enclosed area. Telling them about following rules and soon they would be apart of their little group. If not then only death awaited them. Go figure these people would take the whole ‘install fear to destroy hope’ route. A classic method shared with those who hungered power.

[color=#CD853F]“Oh good. Looks like someone has finally passed their ‘How to be a bad guy’ lesson. They even added their own touch which we’re all very proud of. Now then since their little speech is over I’m going to check things out. Help people escape since there’s strength in numbers and this dump is much worse then my old home.”[/color] The woman whispered to herself.

She walked over towards the door and began to fiddle with the lock.