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Karla is hidden away in a small, abandoned room, struggling with a tangled web on a table, a blanket over her lap, a needle and thread, and now a bleeding finger. Swearing loudly and very explicitly, she gets up and kicks the wall, very, very frustrated. If she'd known how hard this would be starting out, she wouldn't have done it!
She glares balefully at her finger and tries to ignore the small, fluffy noises from a little cage tucked away in the corner that sound suspiciously like someone munching on a carrot. Or a few someones. A stack of already wrapped gifts in a corner offers a hint as to what she is doing, though currently she is just fuming at the wall, very frustrated.
She glares balefully at her finger and tries to ignore the small, fluffy noises from a little cage tucked away in the corner that sound suspiciously like someone munching on a carrot. Or a few someones. A stack of already wrapped gifts in a corner offers a hint as to what she is doing, though currently she is just fuming at the wall, very frustrated.