[b]Inori[/b]

Her entire concept of an alternate world where everything crossed over was strange and difficult to comprehend. It was painted over the young girl's face-- Staring deep into the woman's eyes. "I used to be kept in a cell..." She whispered. "Or binded helplessly wishing for my lover to rescue me..." After the woman asked her where she was from, her head perked up. "Japan. What is your name?"