[The first sign that something is wrong occurs when every shadow in the city begins to warp and point towards the entrance to the catacombs...]
[When the feed clicks on, it seems to be as if by magic. Stray lays several feet away, naked and curled up into a tight ball. Her back is bloody from self-induced wounds and her unsheathed claws dig deep into the skin of her forearms. Her normally pristine fur and hair are matted with dirt.
There had been no light. No light at all. She had been alone with herself and the nightmares that had so often haunted her. The pain, penetrating deep inside her and ripping across her skin, the forms responsible... Like before, she had been alone and helpless and...
The shadows ripple around Stray as if trying to help her, but they can’t seem to get near...]
((OOC: WARNING// Cut text contains high levels of repressed memories of trigger subjects and mun-induced trauma.))