IX - 3 Dots, 3 Dashes, 3 Dots

Naria's long tousled black hair looked like it was going to engulf her whole. But her face, anything but her face mostly stands out from the distracting background. She does not know why.

Her windswept strands sharpens her frame with rosy everglowing skin, highlighting every of her features with a fitting light pastel makeup. Just as how she remembers from her mysterious locking memories within her daze. Although her mixed westernized appearance, along with her blue siren eyes makes a fine exception.

It repeats endlessly, causing the hazel-haired girl to overthink. "Who is she? Where did she come from?" It felt like a fever dream.

Naria's figure, the snake, and the mysterious winged creature clashes altogether in the tranceful images, the visuals are taken place in a foggy dark forest of Denise's mind, with nothing in-between.

"Excuse me."

All of a sudden, Her thoughts were completely shrugged off after hearing the celebrity's voice hit her back to reality.

"Are you going to use the toilet?" She added so casually while combing her dark hair with her bare hands.

Denise was starstrucked. She couldn't answer quickly and probably stayed a little too long by the restroom door. Her eyes awkwardly circulate the room, and she went on a mental block for a second. "Umm uh..." she stutters, "Yeah I am, it's just you're.."

"I know I know, want an autograph?" She jokes, Denise wants to laugh with a huge smile across her face, but noticing the change of Naria's voice and that dramatic mess in her hair just awhile ago, she couldn't help but wonder.

Though she doesn't want to miss this opportunity, she's already carrying her notebook so she just opens up a blank page and held out a pen "Of course!"

Despite the unexpected meeting up with a celebrity and coming across their unusual look, Denise lingers her eyes head to toe admiring Naria's flawless visage. Up from Naria's head, is a youthful face gazing upon the student, then down to her hands when she take hold for the notebook and pen, looked like an extremely different person.

Features that contrast with her feminine look are her slender lengthy fingers, stretching up to her vein bulging hands and bulky arms. This is no hand of a woman.

Those hands were hidden behind her back most of the time, now she wonders.

Denise quickly snapped back when the celebrity came to return her things, "There you go, lucky girl." then proudly took the notebook and pen back, she wants to express more of her thanks afterwards until that was probably the last moment she'll meet her when Naria quickly left.

"Oh okay..." Denise mumbled to herself, "Thank you by the way!"

Her message was heard out from the restroom, giving Naria nothing but a tired smile. She quickly picks up the pace while the museum is still quite empty, the sound of her flats clacking on the floor as it continuously reaches the exit.

She has her phone up ready and messaged the driver to rev up the limo. The driver agrees, but her aunt doesn't very much like that idea. Her notifications were flooded from her aunt's texts.

"Naria, are you sure you're going to do this?"

"Let's just wait this for later please, your fans would hate you to go"

"You're going to miss the party everyone's already here"

"You got new sponsors, they are willing to get you back in the industry and you'll shine again"

"hello???"

The aunt is nowhere in sight, and neither did the people she mentioned anyway.

She's exhausted, leaving the messages on seen, and just went straight to the limo waiting for her by the exit.

Back to Denise's point of view, her worry about the celebrity's drastic change eventually moved on from it, "Maybe she's just redoing her makeup." as she's thrilled taking a look at her autograph.

She enthusiastically pulls out her phone and turned on the camera, she rearranges the position of her notebook and tilted it facing towards her while she deblurs out the camera's quality.

When she took a clear look at it, her smile slowly began to fade.

On top of Naria's fancy signature is a small but distinguishing set of symbols. It has three dots, three dashes, and another three dots. Matching very well with the style of her handwriting.

In that instant realization, Denise ran back out of the restroom and searched for the celebrity. Her bag bouncing up and down chasing for someone she never knew of, but she definitely knows that stranger needs help. She went for searching back at the main location, then to the exit next. All she sees outside is a limo already driving away.

"Hey, I'm over here!" Denise quickly caught her friend's attention who was just waving and running towards to her, he contorts a perplexed look on his face when he gets closer, getting a better look of Denise panting heavily.

"You're in a hurry, what's going on?"