
[center [size12 [i "Why am I here?"]]][center [size12 Such a simple question without an honest answer. Or perhaps it already held one she'd rather ignore until the time felt more prefect. Especially when her [i comrade] left an atrocious taste in her mouth. [b [i Mouths.]] Oh, right. Inside each of her throatless mouths. Toothless mouths. Dry, moist, all of them.]]
[center [size12 [b [i 'Better.']]]]
[center [size12 The young woman involuntarily shudders for a moment before she found the strength to exhale. Then she begins clawing at her forearms. As she's doing this, her skin is crawling. Literally. It is altering. The muted sounds of bones breaking, over and over, devoured the night. Torpid eyes would gleam from between her fingers. It is maddening.]]
[center [size12 [i Stop it.]]][center [size12 Castell suddenly freezes. Exhales once again and slumps back against a nearby tree. That's right. She must remain together. Superfluous to her own self. Plus, that asshole should be arriving soon.]]
[center [size12 And if they viewed such an obscene spectacle, how would they react?]][center [size12 Her human-like arms slide to their usual position, crossed and unbothered. Dull, bloodshot eyes gazing up towards the gloomy night sky. Cloudless. Barren of even the moon itself. There's nothing here besides herself and an array of trees.]]