[sup][@Duoya][/sup]

[color=gray]She awoke in the dark and laid there, blinking twice. She said nothing. Somi's eyes darted everywhere, bouncing around, trying to get a sense of where she was. A slow realization hit her that she wasn't exactly in bed, or at [i]home[/i]. Panting heavily, drenched in sweat, dazed and dizzy, Somi began panicking. It wasn't just the fact her eyes couldn't focus greatly on what was happening, but the immense pain that shot up in her body. Shivers went through her body like cold wind despite her being surrounded with stuffy air. Somi whimpered softly, tracing her fingers forward, she couldn't see anything; but she had to know [i]what [/i]she was in.

Feeling herself grow pale, Somi Baek started breathing fiercely and scratched against the sides of whatever capsule she was in. She swallowed hard, thinking that one of the offers she had done; backfired and whoever was her victim, became her kidnapper. Fear started creeping up on her as she slammed her foot down on the bottom of the box, a echo traveling through her ears. A cold wash went down her back, the lead weight in her stomach, her dry mouth, and heart thumped painfully when--before slamming into the box again—-she noticed the [i]photo[/i].

A grainy photographed portrayed itself with a rusty, broken apart building. She froze in place and as color drained from her-already-pale-self, Somi made the theory that it was her place. [i]It had[/i] to be her place. She's only known one neglected and brooding building and that was what she called home. An abandoned apartment with sickly green weeds creeping over the path, grimy windows with overgrown mold in the corners--could only be described as Somi's home. She bit her lip, tracing her eyes to the stained red spots that decorated the picture. Almost throwing up in her mouth at the sight of the smudged lipstick stain, she not only realized this was taken outside but that it directed onto the half cracked window of their room. Out of anger, Somi snatched the picture from the nailed down area--cracking a nail of her's--and she noticed the big letters that spelled out on the back.

[center][i]"Anything?"[/i][/center]

Her eyes widen and then, noticing the dangerous situation she was in; Somi panicked. 

Somi anxiously started thrashing around, the continuous thought of getting out was her only motivation. Ignoring the pain from her hand and head, she stomped repeatedly on the cover. Her small hands punched afterwards, trying to strength the blow from her kicks. And, with her last kick, Somi's cover flew open to the side. With no time to waste, she crawled out of the casket quickly. Grunting heavily as she threw herself onto the floor in a rush. With a thud to the floor, she scrawled to her feet and immediately gripped onto her hurting hand. Somi stared down and opened her palm, wincing in the process, noticing the big #6. Various questions flooded her aching head, staggering a bit, Somi gripped her hand and felt the tears fall down her flushed cheeks. 

[i]A voice.
[/i]

Somi swiftly turned around, her hair a mess and her face scrunched up in terror and agony--noticed a black haired man call out softly. 

Stupidly, Somi called out back.

[color=905f5a]"W-Who.."[/color] Her eyes darted down to the coffins, [color=905f5a]"Did..Did you come out from there too..?"[/color][/color]