jeudi, 9 septembre 2010
She sat at a table and embroidered pattern in a piece of fabric. When she got up to fetch new yarn, she was suddenly in a room of the HQ. Anxiously she looked around. The room was dark, except for the moonlight that bathed the room in his cold, white light through a large window. "... Anyone here?" she asked quietly.
She noticed that she was shaking, when she heard footsteps.
(ooc: I apologize for my bad english. ûu)