Seraphina woke groggily, rubbing sleepiness from her eyes, blinking rapidly, and adjusting her vision while staring blankly at nothingness, unable to focus.
Then a face popped into her view. The same masked figure had brought her to the depths of the forest.
'It's not a dream!' She thought in disappointment, letting out a sigh.
She opened her mouth to speak, only to find her throat dry and her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. She coughed, clearing her throat painfully as she struggled to form words.
"What... do... you want... from... me?" She croaked hoarsely.
Pulling back his hood to reveal a striking blue hair color, a man with sharp features looked down on her with dark, menacing eyes.
Even if, to Seraphina, she couldn't fix a name to his face, Lance's twisted smirk had her scowl in response.